[ Sam doesn't laugh, but he does breathe out, a sort of relieved sigh and quiet snort--if she's laughing, at least she's not crying. Or not crying as hard, anyway.
He doesn't know what to do with what comes through her skin, though. It's all at once, that insistent sense of appreciation, and it spooks him more than hearing about the way her dad bit the dust. ]
Kyna--
[ But for once, he doesn't know what to say after that. After a moment or two of uncertainty and fondness mixed up together, he moves his arm away from hers again. Still holding her close, but more carefully now. ]
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He doesn't know what to do with what comes through her skin, though. It's all at once, that insistent sense of appreciation, and it spooks him more than hearing about the way her dad bit the dust. ]
Kyna--
[ But for once, he doesn't know what to say after that. After a moment or two of uncertainty and fondness mixed up together, he moves his arm away from hers again. Still holding her close, but more carefully now. ]