[His hold tightened just a fraction at that response. He shook his head slowly, his fingers itching to move, itching to-- but he held them still. His voice low.]
No. you don't.
You didn't do anything. It was...
[It was.... he didn't know what it was but it wasn't her. She didn't hurt him.]
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No. you don't.
You didn't do anything. It was...
[It was.... he didn't know what it was but it wasn't her. She didn't hurt him.]
... It wasn't your fault.