[After a moment, he lowers his line of sight, too, until he's looking at their hands--the way the black leather of her gloves catches the faint light from his fingers.]
Don't worry about it. We've all been there.
[He tightens his grip as well, just enough to reassure her that he's there, and looks at her face again.]
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Don't worry about it. We've all been there.
[He tightens his grip as well, just enough to reassure her that he's there, and looks at her face again.]
What's our situation?