[it hurts, seeing that wretchedness on his face, and part of her wants to shy away from it. But this is something they're going to share, in her future, at home. It's... THEIR daughter. Not just his, not just hers, but theirs. There's no way she's letting him shoulder this grief by himself]
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Stupid face...
[she says gently, and squeezes his hand]
C'mere, you.