[He realizes, distantly, that this could drive a wedge between them. It's a frightening prospect, and he closes his eyes, presses his chin against the side of her head.]
Sorry. [For making her look, for not wanting to talk about it - he doesn't elaborate, just holds her and slips the pack of cigarettes into his back pocket.]
Come on. [He pushes off the railing, pulling her with him.]
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Sorry. [For making her look, for not wanting to talk about it - he doesn't elaborate, just holds her and slips the pack of cigarettes into his back pocket.]
Come on. [He pushes off the railing, pulling her with him.]