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DG crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It didn't matter that she was bent over in an awkward position because of the armchair, or that his shoulder was digging into her neck. It didn't matter that his body was stiff as a board or that the muscles in his arms were tense with emotions she knew he didn't want to name. What mattered was the way he was holding on to her arm where it crossed his chest, like it was the only thing keeping his head above water. The bruises would be impressive, but inconsequential compared to their loss--his loss.

She kissed the side of his head, pressing toward his skin despite his hair. "I'm sorry," she whispered into it. "I'm so, so sorry."

She held fast to her tears.