She can't help but reach for his hand when he winces and groans, covering his knuckles with shaking fingertips as he holds that towel in place.
"I'm so sorry. God, I'm so, so sorry."
She moves with him as he slowly rises, not loosening the careful grip she has on his hand until he's on his feet, and then she's moving to his other side to put her arm around him -- if not for support, then to at least give herself the illusion of helping while they make their way toward the door.
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Date: 2010-02-11 05:04 am (UTC)"I'm so sorry. God, I'm so, so sorry."
She moves with him as he slowly rises, not loosening the careful grip she has on his hand until he's on his feet, and then she's moving to his other side to put her arm around him -- if not for support, then to at least give herself the illusion of helping while they make their way toward the door.