[ i mean, she knows him well enough by now to know that jokes are his most readily available coping mechanism, and something about this place has him knocked off center. better that he keep himself steady in whatever ways he can, but she squeezes his hand nonetheless to offer her silent support.
this is his dream, after all. his memory. there is little for her to do but stand by. ]
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this is his dream, after all. his memory. there is little for her to do but stand by. ]
Do you think his hair looks better than yours?