[It doesn't matter how long it takes. Polnareff is content to stay here for hours if that's what's needed. His free arm wraps around Abdul's shoulders, keeping him pressed close, while his other hand keeps its grip on his wrist. After a moment he slides his fingers down, seeking out Abdul's own, gripping his hand in something uncharacteristically intimate.]
You can cry if you want.
[Murmured, and he tips his head up, staring blankly up at the stone walls.]
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You can cry if you want.
[Murmured, and he tips his head up, staring blankly up at the stone walls.]
If-- if you need to.