[ Waiting to swap back into the armor at the last possible minute after also washing up, Richard tries his best to linger without necessarily hovering, beyond depositing some water on a table next to her at some point. She isn't crying this week, it's true (though he'd understand why she was, even if this was nothing like last week), so he's not sure if the same approach is needed, or really wanted.
He watches her with her head against her knees, and coughs slightly. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
[ He's mad at himself for not sticking with her so she didn't have to deal with that, but it's how it happened. It ain't about him right now, anyway. ]
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He watches her with her head against her knees, and coughs slightly. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
[ He's mad at himself for not sticking with her so she didn't have to deal with that, but it's how it happened. It ain't about him right now, anyway. ]