"Whoa, whoa, hey," Dean breathes, fingers ghosting over her shoulders before he slips them to her knees instead, bracketing them in a way that's meant to support.
"That was too much, you're right, I'm sorry, let's just - one thing at a time, don't cry." Reaching, he cups a hand against her cheek, tries to make her look at him. "Everything's gonna be okay."
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Date: 2012-04-03 06:09 am (UTC)"That was too much, you're right, I'm sorry, let's just - one thing at a time, don't cry." Reaching, he cups a hand against her cheek, tries to make her look at him. "Everything's gonna be okay."