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[He nods, keeping his arms around her tight and pressing his face down into her hair. It's as much to calm himself down as it is her. He'd just seen Mabel earlier . . . he doesn't want to ask if she's implying what he thinks she is. He's pretty sure he knows. Saying anything about it will make him start to cry, which he's already embarrassingly close to, and he's fighting that right now with all he has.]

Uh-huh.

. . . Stay here. Maybe—maybe we can call the others, get everyone here with us . . .