[Her hand is like a dead thing in his, cold and limp. She doesn't pull away, but she doesn't make any move to hold him back, either. She just sits, and she stares at their hands.]
Okay, I won't.
[She pulls in a harsh breath.]
But I have to do something, don't I? I'm not going to just sit here.
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Okay, I won't.
[She pulls in a harsh breath.]
But I have to do something, don't I? I'm not going to just sit here.
[And her frustration here, at least, is real.]