[She moves a hand up to run her fingers through his hair again, wanting to do something more than just lie here. She doesn't feel tired, really, in spite of everything, and she wants to take care of him. It wasn't them. It would never be them. And it's easy, to step back and think no, think never, because she knows what it's like to be living in a nightmare, and this isn't it.]
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