"You're not," she said softly, but quickly--quickly enough that there could have been no hesitation in her vehemence. "You're not a burden to us, you never were, Booker."
She stroked her fingertips over his hair when he laid his head on her thigh, brushing the pad of her thumb over his ear gently. "None of us know when it will happen. But that doesn't mean you have to suffer like this," she murmured, watching him and feeling her heart ache over how far the rest of them had let this get. "I don't want you to think we don't care, Book. You're our family."
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Date: 2020-09-11 08:31 pm (UTC)She stroked her fingertips over his hair when he laid his head on her thigh, brushing the pad of her thumb over his ear gently. "None of us know when it will happen. But that doesn't mean you have to suffer like this," she murmured, watching him and feeling her heart ache over how far the rest of them had let this get. "I don't want you to think we don't care, Book. You're our family."