[Well, as long as she got both the blouse and the vest, he can't complain - actually, trying to speak is suddenly beyond him as she presses against his heart wound, unable to let out more than an inarticulate hiss of pain.
Beyond that, one of his hands - somehow, pushing through the agony of moving his arms - hands on her shoulder, squeezing it as if trying to console her.
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Beyond that, one of his hands - somehow, pushing through the agony of moving his arms - hands on her shoulder, squeezing it as if trying to console her.
It's not your fault, I promise.]