[Something twists in Kate's chest, and she takes a shaky breath in. For all her bravado and confidence, feigned or genuine, she feels like she hasn't been doing anything now that things are getting serious. She doesn't know where to start, doesn't know how best to help, and there's a constant, dull longing she can't pinpoint for something, for someone, although she can't name them. She grips Lavi's hand as if it's a lifeline, her gaze dropping down to the bar for a second as she struggles to come up with a response. When she finally manages it, her voice is very, very soft, something unusually vulnerable in it.]
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It needs you, too. I need you.