[Maybe most other people would consider it crass, but it gets a choked, ragged laugh out of her, almost a sob.]
Shut up.
[It comes out muffled but with no real heat, and his joke is enough of an anchor for her to get her emotions mostly under control. So, while her breathing is still trembling and her throat is still aching with that urge to cry, she manages to keep herself from breaking down and sobbing.
She feels bad about that brush of concern from him, though, and so she presses her arm intentionally into his. He gets lingering guilt, sure, but also a rush of gratitude and affection. It's easier for her to show him than explain it, especially while she's still getting his shirt all damp with quiet tears.]
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Shut up.
[It comes out muffled but with no real heat, and his joke is enough of an anchor for her to get her emotions mostly under control. So, while her breathing is still trembling and her throat is still aching with that urge to cry, she manages to keep herself from breaking down and sobbing.
She feels bad about that brush of concern from him, though, and so she presses her arm intentionally into his. He gets lingering guilt, sure, but also a rush of gratitude and affection. It's easier for her to show him than explain it, especially while she's still getting his shirt all damp with quiet tears.]