[And Chloe lets her. Doesn't make any attempt to stopper it while she's venting whatever it is that's clawing away at her insides. Theories-- more like names or brief fractions of circumstances-- run through the back of her head like snapshots on a slideshow. Half formed glimpses of stories too quickly passed up to be explored.
It's only when Tempest's grief starts to slow that she leans in, tucking a few wayward strands of hair behind Tempest's ear with her free hand.] Come on, sunshine. Deep breaths - I've got you.
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It's only when Tempest's grief starts to slow that she leans in, tucking a few wayward strands of hair behind Tempest's ear with her free hand.] Come on, sunshine. Deep breaths - I've got you.
Tell me what happened.