[He nods and shifts his weight as if he's going to head inside . . . but that means pulling away from her, which he's reluctant to do. But sadly, it needs to be done. After a few awkward shuffling moments, he finally draws back enough to let them properly inside and shut the door, and then he waves her over to the couch, heading that way himself.
I don't know if I could handle it if something did happen to you . . .
He wants to say something about that. He's sure not going to forget it. But—what? It doesn't feel like the right time to acknowledge the way that makes him feel. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Rise's probably already had to deal with people not coming back home after last night.]
. . . You want anything? I made coffee. You okay with that?
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I don't know if I could handle it if something did happen to you . . .
He wants to say something about that. He's sure not going to forget it. But—what? It doesn't feel like the right time to acknowledge the way that makes him feel. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Rise's probably already had to deal with people not coming back home after last night.]
. . . You want anything? I made coffee. You okay with that?