[He's not doing well, not that he'll actually admit it. Sometimes she wonders if he knows how terrible he can be at faking it, and sometimes she wants to just yell at him to trust her. Right now, though, the expression on his face just makes her chest ache.
She tips some of the tablets into his palm, then reaches up to touch his shoulder, voice still soft.]
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She tips some of the tablets into his palm, then reaches up to touch his shoulder, voice still soft.]
Thanks for bringing me with you to help, Lavi.