[Alice remains quiet while he works through the rest of it, keeping her eyes closed and pressing her lips together tightly so that she doesn't end up a mess all over again. There's a part of her that wants to say more, wants to reassure him, but the words would be hollow and they both know it. She's said what she feels needs to be said, and all she can do now is pray that will be enough for him to make peace with it somehow.
He kisses her cheek, and she hums softly in response. He's trying. God bless him, he's trying. That's all she can really ask of him now.
When he mentions the tea, she pulls back just enough to give him something of a confused look. It takes a few moment to recognize that he's trying to break the tension with a joke, and surely he can see the gears in her brain operate until she suddenly lights up with realization. She laughs.]
No, your tea wasn't a tragedy at all. It was perfect.
[Alice reaches over and gently brushes some hair out of his eyes.]
You're perfect.
[She may be feeling a bit overly sentimental, given everything.]
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He kisses her cheek, and she hums softly in response. He's trying. God bless him, he's trying. That's all she can really ask of him now.
When he mentions the tea, she pulls back just enough to give him something of a confused look. It takes a few moment to recognize that he's trying to break the tension with a joke, and surely he can see the gears in her brain operate until she suddenly lights up with realization. She laughs.]
No, your tea wasn't a tragedy at all. It was perfect.
[Alice reaches over and gently brushes some hair out of his eyes.]
You're perfect.
[She may be feeling a bit overly sentimental, given everything.]