[ There's things that her touch communicates better than her words. Andy isn't always eloquent — she's rough around the edges, a creature of curses and blasphemy, and sometimes the dozens of languages she knows all manage to fail her. But there's a surprising tenderness to the way she kisses Emily's face, her lips pressing gently to those salty cheeks, catching those tears as they tumble down. She's sorry it hurts. She's sorry that Emily is so tired. And she's sorry there's so little she can do about it.
She can offer this distraction though. A moment of comfort. And acknowledgement. Even if that doesn't make the problems go away. Or even make up for the cruel things she said before this. Still, it feels sincere when she finally speaks again, her voice a low murmur as she lingers close: ]
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She can offer this distraction though. A moment of comfort. And acknowledgement. Even if that doesn't make the problems go away. Or even make up for the cruel things she said before this. Still, it feels sincere when she finally speaks again, her voice a low murmur as she lingers close: ]
I do care about you, Em. I do.