[It was almost never their strong point. Not when it wasn't about work. But now that it had happened, she was almost surprised to find that there wasn't the usual regret, or discomfort. Just sitting there with him, today, having the chance to grieve with him again - She held onto his hand, careful of the difference in their strength, but still holding on. Apparently, that was precisely what she needed. She hoped it was what he needed, too.]
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