She started crying, and he nearly breathed a sigh of relief. It was better to cry, he knew, to let it out.
Slowly, not rushing, giving her a moment, he moved from her side to stand on his knees in front of her. "Quinn, look at me." His voice was kind, soft, and he reached up to gently pull her hands away from her face. "It's okay to be lost. It's okay."
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Date: 2012-09-01 09:50 pm (UTC)Slowly, not rushing, giving her a moment, he moved from her side to stand on his knees in front of her. "Quinn, look at me." His voice was kind, soft, and he reached up to gently pull her hands away from her face. "It's okay to be lost. It's okay."