[Naoki's been speaking all that time, softly, nonsensical. He hasn't been thinking about it. But, when she's quiet, when those sobs have abated, his fingers slowly comb up through her hair, gathering it back, tucking it out of her face as much as he can.
He moves, to lean his forehead against the crown of her head, his eyes shut.]
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He moves, to lean his forehead against the crown of her head, his eyes shut.]