( She will be taking that hug, even if she's awkwardly gripping the gun between them, if only one arm can be pulling Steph closer, pressing against her back. )
It's not your fault.
( Ellie is Ellie. She knows that. ) I'm a moody bastard, you couldn't know it wasn't that.
( It hurts, irrationally, achingly, but Ellie has pieced it apart. It hurts that it was normal enough for her to be that difficult that it made sense. )
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It's not your fault.
( Ellie is Ellie. She knows that. ) I'm a moody bastard, you couldn't know it wasn't that.
( It hurts, irrationally, achingly, but Ellie has pieced it apart. It hurts that it was normal enough for her to be that difficult that it made sense. )