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She’s shaking.
Not much.
Just enough.
Most people wouldn’t notice.
I do.
“Hey,” I say quietly.
She stills.
Looks at me.
“What?” she asks.
“You’re good,” I tell her.
Simple.
True.
She blinks once.
Like that wasn’t what she expected.
Then—
“I know,” she says.
But it’s softer.
Less sharp.
Less defensive.
And yeah—
That does something to me I don’t have time for.
We sit there for a second.
Too quiet.
Too close.
Too—
Everything.
“You stayed,” I say.
Not a question.
An observation.
