( She grits her teeth together and her fingernails dig into the bar. She has to keep her cool; she has to control this conversation. Otherwise it will end with a battle and him likely escaping. They aren't meant to make amends here in this bar. It should happen in heaven.
Straightening, she turns to face him, fingers finding his hair and smoothing over it uncertainly. )
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Straightening, she turns to face him, fingers finding his hair and smoothing over it uncertainly. )
I'm not the one breaking. Look at you.