[When you round out your teens on the heels of your planet's destruction, and all there is to stave off the darkness are the other unfortunate souls displaced alongside yours, each with their own traumas, you learn what to look for in those moments. She leans comfortably back in her chair (which she has rocked back on two legs because of course she has) and looks up at the stars still littering the ceiling. Giving him a moment without seeming to.]
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Don't you fret. Happens to the best of us.