She stares up at him, and it's there, that thread and the push and her eyes hold his, compelling him. "Don't freak out, okay? You'll be fine, I promise." And she actually means it, but she's staring up at him, to watch and see if he agrees with her, or if he actually protests, asks her what she's talking about. She doesn't do this much, she's never done this much.
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