( No, she can't do that, can't hug him, and he's gently taking her arms, curling his fingers against her upper arm and easing her back, shaking his head. His hands slide down her forearms, before he steps back. )
It's o-okay.
( It's his fault, voice so quiet as he gathers up the bags, and he wants to hug her so much but if he does that it'll--
he'll never be able to leave. ) You'll b-be okay.
( He'll go, he'll get out of the way. First he's shoving a couple more things in his bags, hauling them onto his shoulders. Going faster is better, before this can sink in. Desperately, stupidly he wants to kiss her, but he won't. He can't. )
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It's o-okay.
( It's his fault, voice so quiet as he gathers up the bags, and he wants to hug her so much but if he does that it'll--
he'll never be able to leave. ) You'll b-be okay.
( He'll go, he'll get out of the way. First he's shoving a couple more things in his bags, hauling them onto his shoulders. Going faster is better, before this can sink in. Desperately, stupidly he wants to kiss her, but he won't. He can't. )