(Oh, they're all hugging now, huh. Yasha, who had been ready to pull back and maybe address this 'we were worried but we aren't saying it' thing with the both of them, gives up and rests her chin on Molly's shoulder. There's no arguing with him sometimes.
Just to help out, she uncurls an arm from around him, and reaches out to gently touch Beau's wrist with her fingertips in a manner that she hopes is encouraging.)
You have to do as he says, or he becomes unbearable.
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Just to help out, she uncurls an arm from around him, and reaches out to gently touch Beau's wrist with her fingertips in a manner that she hopes is encouraging.)
You have to do as he says, or he becomes unbearable.
(She means that very fondly, of course.)