[ Concern lights up in her eyes the moment she hears him gasp, and when he pulls away, she pushes herself up as best as she can, fingers reaching and threading through his hair in an attempt to soothe him, the other hand reaching to hold his hand. It's her turn, now, to lean in and whisper reassurances, it'll be okay, love, you'll be okay, I'm here, as he rides out the pain. When he apologizes, she offers him a gentle smile, although the concern in her eyes remains. ]
Don't apologize, love. We got a little hasty there, huh? Do you need me to get you anything?
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Don't apologize, love. We got a little hasty there, huh? Do you need me to get you anything?