[She almost takes her hand away at that sigh. She can't tell which one of them is more agitating to her right now: him for refusing to take her help still, or herself for being upset that he wouldn't. She should have expected it. People can only change so much, even her--somewhere deep down, she had always wanted to be on her own (or with only Heine). She hadn't wanted to feel the need to care for the people around her. Caring was hard, and more often than not, it ended up hurting.
But even years later, she can't completely stop. It's part of why she'd come back, right? And if he was hell bent on keeping himself chained to this place, there's nothing she can really do about it.]
I just hope you don't die here, Dave.
[It's as much sentiment as she can muster at the moment, and with it she draws her fingers away from him. She lets her hand lay on the table in case he poses anything else that requires a response, but she'd prefer to finish off the last of her drink without thinking of anything but how her body buzzes with the alcohol.]
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But even years later, she can't completely stop. It's part of why she'd come back, right? And if he was hell bent on keeping himself chained to this place, there's nothing she can really do about it.]
I just hope you don't die here, Dave.
[It's as much sentiment as she can muster at the moment, and with it she draws her fingers away from him. She lets her hand lay on the table in case he poses anything else that requires a response, but she'd prefer to finish off the last of her drink without thinking of anything but how her body buzzes with the alcohol.]