Regan squeezes his hand gently, and sets it on the blankets before she rises. There's a pitcher in the corner, and an ice bucket, and several clean glasses.
Her smile fades when her back is turned. There's news she never wanted to hear, news she still keeps hoping is another nightmare, and at some point she has to tell it to him.
But not right this minute. Water; she can do that.
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Regan squeezes his hand gently, and sets it on the blankets before she rises. There's a pitcher in the corner, and an ice bucket, and several clean glasses.
Her smile fades when her back is turned. There's news she never wanted to hear, news she still keeps hoping is another nightmare, and at some point she has to tell it to him.
But not right this minute. Water; she can do that.