He guides her towards the kitchen, counting on the glaring neon sign outside the window to provide enough illumination for her as he steers them along.
Feeling her shiver and her grip tighten, he hastens to pull a chair out for her, ready to help her sit down.
"It's okay, we're here. Just, breath," he tells her, standing over her with his hands on her shoulders, his voice calm and steady.
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Date: 2017-06-05 03:15 am (UTC)Feeling her shiver and her grip tighten, he hastens to pull a chair out for her, ready to help her sit down.
"It's okay, we're here. Just, breath," he tells her, standing over her with his hands on her shoulders, his voice calm and steady.