Sean sure as hell doesn't feel fine, but it's hard to think about that when she looks like this. He manages, though, still trying to wrap his mind around the concept of spending weeks like this before he even has a handle on what this is as he squeezes her hand again, reaches over with his free arm to try for a comforting gesture. It all feels so hollow, though, some parody of his real feelings that he's got no way of expressing now. It's daft and he knows it, seeing as he's never been much of a wordsmith, always preferring actions to speech, but that doesn't make it feel any less stifling right now.
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