[This is becoming a familiar position. Ellie clutches the fabric of his shirt, though this time she doesn't need to be careful of any wounds. His words get a shaky nod and the tiniest sound of acknowledgement out of her as she presses her face into his chest. The tears smearing against her face are uncomfortable, but being here is, like it always has been. She believes every word he says.
For a little bit, she just lets herself cry it out. Most of it escapes in a big, unsteady exhale, followed by some sniffling. Joel's the only person she'd let see her like this, the only person she'd trust to take care of her like this.]
I know.
[She knows he'd do anything he could to help her.]
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For a little bit, she just lets herself cry it out. Most of it escapes in a big, unsteady exhale, followed by some sniffling. Joel's the only person she'd let see her like this, the only person she'd trust to take care of her like this.]
I know.
[She knows he'd do anything he could to help her.]
I'm just tired.