[ Andy can feel that little nod against her chest more than she can see it — but that's enough. It's permission. She's allowed to care — to act with a bit of tenderness. Her hands may be keen when it comes to acts of violence, but they're surprisingly gentle for Emily, holding her for another minute or two before she starts carefully pulling back. Just enough so that they can look at each other. ]
Come here. Let's get you home. [ Her hands find Emily's wrists now, urging her to stand — to lean on Andy. Her voice is low, her wryness both a warm and a bit rueful when she goes on: ] I'll carry you the whole fucking way, if I have to.
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Come here. Let's get you home. [ Her hands find Emily's wrists now, urging her to stand — to lean on Andy. Her voice is low, her wryness both a warm and a bit rueful when she goes on: ] I'll carry you the whole fucking way, if I have to.