She doesn't start crying again, thank God (though she feels like she could), folding her arms around him and clinging for a good while, sniffling. "Thank you. You shouldn't be in this position, but thank you. So much." Her hands fist in the back of his t-shirt and she takes a deep, shaking breath. "I'm sorry I'll be clogging your living room with my bags." She laughs, a little watery, pulling back to survey the room.
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Date: 2011-11-24 04:42 am (UTC)