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Graeme stepped forward to make his way a little further inside, turning around to face her when he heard that her shuffling had come to an end, and was no longer following behind him. He looked down at her, knowing that look in her eyes – that broken, sad look that made his heart break into a million pieces each and every time he saw it. And he saw it far too often – she was miserable way too often, and it made him ache, knowing that there wasn’t much more he could do for her but just…be there.

After she asked her question, Graeme stepped closer to her, letting out a breath that he hadn’t realized he was holding as both of his hands went to the side of her face.

“Because you’re not a terrible no-good person….and don’t let anyone tell you differently.” He pushed her hair behind her ears, hoping that his words were getting through to her – he had a feeling that it was going to take much more than that, for her to truly believe his words, but he would keep telling her the same thing every single day, for as long as he needed to. He didn’t care if she got so sick and tired of hearing it that she told him to shut up each time, he’d keep saying it.

“You’re a good person, Elizabeth Fortescue….most of the time.”

He gave her a sad smile, hoping that she would know that he was just kidding - it was his coping method, to make stupid jokes and use sarcasm as a way of keeping things from getting too heavy. He knew when to be serious when he needed to be, but she remembered him – she knew him. Even after everything, she knew him, and how he handled these sorts of situations, so if he hadn’t said something like that, it would have probably sent off alarms that something was wrong.

But really…what wasn’t wrong with her situation?