[Letty flinches when Tiffany touches her, but she doesn't pull away; it's part because everything hurts, part because she still vividly remembers the crowbar coming down, part because she's not sure she's ready to let anyone in that close while she's still this much in danger of coming completely apart.
Under Tiffany's hand, the shaking of Letty's muscles is barely perceptible.]
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She puts her hand back on Letty's arm.]
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Under Tiffany's hand, the shaking of Letty's muscles is barely perceptible.]
Lloyd found me, here. And you know the rest.
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[She is, of course, speaking as someone who had to see her own warden die.]
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He hasn't been acting right since. Can't say I blame him.
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You know that, right?
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You know I care about you a lot, don't you?
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I think I'm figuring that out, yeah.
You know I care about you too, right?
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I'm about dead on my feet, sister. Could you... hang out, until Lloyd gets back?
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Yeah, I will. I'll do that.
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Then she sinks further down into the blankets and the couch, exhales slowly as she does so, eyes closing.]