[She stands up, crossing the linoleum in a step or two, and rests a hand on his shoulder. Warmth floods out of her, vibrant and alive. She knows it bothers him. This isn't his arena, and it shouldn't be.]
It's fine. I was doing the right thing. I'd do it again without hesitation, though next time it'd be different.
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It's fine. I was doing the right thing. I'd do it again without hesitation, though next time it'd be different.