[There's a small chuckle at what Amos calls her, and a hard to define feeling when he lays a hand on her shoulder. Nadine isn't one who often enjoys casual touching, but there's something strangely reassuring about this.]
If we don't, who will?
[No one, in her experience. All the people who'd supposed to look out for her...they never had. And from what he's said, Amos had a similar childhood. He's right, of course, that it sucks in part to recognize that pain and deep seated loneliness in someone else. But there's something to be said for solidarity, for knowing you weren't unique in what you'd gone through.]
If you ever need to just...hang out and not talk about things, I'm around.
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If we don't, who will?
[No one, in her experience. All the people who'd supposed to look out for her...they never had. And from what he's said, Amos had a similar childhood. He's right, of course, that it sucks in part to recognize that pain and deep seated loneliness in someone else. But there's something to be said for solidarity, for knowing you weren't unique in what you'd gone through.]
If you ever need to just...hang out and not talk about things, I'm around.