Hey- [He reaches through the bars and grabs his wrist, grip firm but gentle, trying to sound calm as he can.] Hey, it's not your fault. I don't know what happened, but there's no way you wanted to do this.
[Right? He knew things had to be, well. Awkward, between them sometimes, but he wouldn't have wanted to kill her. Which begged the question of what actually was going on.]
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[Right? He knew things had to be, well. Awkward, between them sometimes, but he wouldn't have wanted to kill her. Which begged the question of what actually was going on.]