[It's like a slow bubbling up from somewhere he didn't think he could reach on a good day, much less a day like today, one of the worst of his life. But he could feel the bubbling in his chest like a decade-old memory of champagne-bright laughter and the weight of an erring in his lobe. It's a chuckle at first, but it bursts like a firework into a bark of laughter that surprises him but feels a little like it did it's own share of burning away the sludge of the last few hours.]
Come-come here. [He's still grinning a he turns to her and puts his hands on her shoulders. Slowly, a warmth spreads through her. It doesn't dry or fix the state of her clothing, but it would take the chill away until she could get back to her room.]
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Come-come here. [He's still grinning a he turns to her and puts his hands on her shoulders. Slowly, a warmth spreads through her. It doesn't dry or fix the state of her clothing, but it would take the chill away until she could get back to her room.]
Let's drip our way back to the shuttles.