[ Their brows crease a little deeper, trying to let "someone so dear to me" pass them by instead of holding onto it. The words cut them more than warm them in the moment, and they let out a sigh, inwardly berating themself to make distance. It's bad enough that the conversation has come this far; they shouldn't show any expression that strays too far from what they're supposed to be. ]
It's fine. [ Is what they say, but it's merely said, and doesn't seem meant. ] You should go. We might get sent back there if you stay.
[ Which is a rational thing to say, but they also don't think they can handle being near him at the moment. They're pointedly avoiding looking at his face, staring hard at their hands on the table as if it'll lessen their desire to lean on him for help. ]
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It's fine. [ Is what they say, but it's merely said, and doesn't seem meant. ] You should go. We might get sent back there if you stay.
[ Which is a rational thing to say, but they also don't think they can handle being near him at the moment. They're pointedly avoiding looking at his face, staring hard at their hands on the table as if it'll lessen their desire to lean on him for help. ]