( Red keeps a tight hold of her through all of that pain, all of the desperation and sadness. She'll keep whispering quiet things about how she's right here, how she won't go anywhere at all, how she's making a promsie and she'll damn well keep it.
They won't go anywhere - hell, maybe not for days. They've earned the break, and they can carry this grief together. )
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They won't go anywhere - hell, maybe not for days. They've earned the break, and they can carry this grief together. )