[Adjusting his own bag straps, he follows her inside. Instinctively, he intertwines his fingers in hers and squeezes her hand. He's not sure what they'll find either, and honestly, no amount of counseling training could prepare him for the worst.
Her question, though, jolts him back to reality.] Huh? Sure, I guess. [He tilts his head slightly.] I mean, you're you, no matter what you look like.
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Her question, though, jolts him back to reality.] Huh? Sure, I guess. [He tilts his head slightly.] I mean, you're you, no matter what you look like.