[................She looks at the hand on her shoulder, and looks at him for a long moment. November really is...someone that she can't let go of. Like a mirror. The way they think about things, what they've experienced. Different, yet somehow the same, and she's given up in attempting to wrap her mind around it. He just is this way.]
[She reaches up to put her hand on his hand, just to hold it there, give her a chance to think.]
...You're...very kind, November. [She means that. She might know how he acts otherwise, but in this moment...] Thank you. Really.
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[................She looks at the hand on her shoulder, and looks at him for a long moment. November really is...someone that she can't let go of. Like a mirror. The way they think about things, what they've experienced. Different, yet somehow the same, and she's given up in attempting to wrap her mind around it. He just is this way.]
[She reaches up to put her hand on his hand, just to hold it there, give her a chance to think.]
...You're...very kind, November. [She means that. She might know how he acts otherwise, but in this moment...] Thank you. Really.