[ He shivers at the touch, pulling him closer and tangling a hand in the back of his head. His fingers fiddle with the tie in his hair. Gavin sighs, then blinks. ]
You don't have anything to be sorry about. Everything worked out fine, right? Nothing she's done is your fault.
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You don't have anything to be sorry about. Everything worked out fine, right? Nothing she's done is your fault.