[It's the right thing to say. Erika hates it, with quiet, listless resignation, and does not laugh.
She twiddles her thumb back, making a game out of it. Trying to perfectly center the contact. Holding his thumb down and trying to block him from lifting it. Something mindless and idle that she's barely paying attention to, half-remembering her brother holding her hand in any of a variety of hospital rooms. That part meant more than any number of platitudes.]
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She twiddles her thumb back, making a game out of it. Trying to perfectly center the contact. Holding his thumb down and trying to block him from lifting it. Something mindless and idle that she's barely paying attention to, half-remembering her brother holding her hand in any of a variety of hospital rooms. That part meant more than any number of platitudes.]
...Obviously.
[Admission of trust??]
Nobody wants to hear about that anyways.