The breath she releases is almost a sob, though one so weak it's closer to a whimper. Reaching behind her, Babs puts a hand on the back of his neck, her fingers curling in the soft hair there.
"I hope not," she confessed in a whisper. They were friends and family and even closer, able to talk about anything, but sometimes there were still things that were terrifying to admit. Things that made her feel far more vulnerable than she liked. "Please don't."
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Date: 2011-03-01 04:53 am (UTC)"I hope not," she confessed in a whisper. They were friends and family and even closer, able to talk about anything, but sometimes there were still things that were terrifying to admit. Things that made her feel far more vulnerable than she liked. "Please don't."