[She tries not to feel hurt, or frustrated, or wrinkle her nose too much when she smells the cigarette smoke masking his usual, familiar scent. It shouldn't be surprising, it shouldn't be something she resents, because she'd thought that she'd never have the amount of trust she'd been given, and then given again. Maybe it was too much to ever ask for a third time.
So she relaxes against him slowly, but it still doesn't feel like it used to, and she misses it with almost irrational strength.]
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So she relaxes against him slowly, but it still doesn't feel like it used to, and she misses it with almost irrational strength.]
Maybe.