[He's quiet as she tries, once, twice, three times. When she stops, hiding and apologetic, he sets the juice box aside, shuffles closer to sit at her side, and reaches out to set a hand on her shoulder.]
Hey. [What does one even say? She's not the only one who sometimes has no words. But he gets it, he understands this. He gives her a light shake, keeping his hand where it is, trying to urge her to look at him.] Hey.
[He's here. He's alive. He's not... whatever nightmare she's wrestling with. He doesn't know what the vault means or who her brother was but he's here.]
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Hey. [What does one even say? She's not the only one who sometimes has no words. But he gets it, he understands this. He gives her a light shake, keeping his hand where it is, trying to urge her to look at him.] Hey.
[He's here. He's alive. He's not... whatever nightmare she's wrestling with. He doesn't know what the vault means or who her brother was but he's here.]