"'s okay..." he managed after a second, fingers curling around his arm to hold on, then sliding around to press into his back, curling over his shoulder. Holding on.
"'s not your fault." He didn't understand how it could be Devin's fault. "'s not your fault. 's me."
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Date: 2006-09-13 08:31 pm (UTC)"'s not your fault." He didn't understand how it could be Devin's fault. "'s not your fault. 's me."