[ When she opens the door, it's immediately apparent that she's in rough shape, even aside from those bruises on her face. He can see it in her eyes, a great burden on her soul that never should have placed there. It makes his heart twist in his chest, any would-be joke or attempt at lighthearted amusement dying in his throat. ]
Hey. It's good to see you.
[ That is unquestionably true, and there's a heartfelt swell in his words.
He steps through the open door, but hesitates on the threshold. ]
A-are...are you sure I won't be intruding?
[ He doesn't want to impose, especially now of all times. But he can't quite abandon his desire to be here, either. She really seems like she could use some company. ]
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Hey. It's good to see you.
[ That is unquestionably true, and there's a heartfelt swell in his words.
He steps through the open door, but hesitates on the threshold. ]
A-are...are you sure I won't be intruding?
[ He doesn't want to impose, especially now of all times. But he can't quite abandon his desire to be here, either. She really seems like she could use some company. ]