[Well, doctor doctor, here's a patient at the dorm...except probably not her type of patient. Maybe Mandricardo needs like, a therapist, because he's looking rough, what with reddened eyes and streaked cheeks and all. When he spots Otome, he looks almost embarrassed, looking away.]
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Sorry. I...look like a mess, I know.
[Yes, he's apologizing for this.]
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[ She just goes to reach for him. Come here, sad man. ]
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[Usually, he'd shy away, but he's so emotionally exhausted that he kind of just steps forward and...leans against her.]
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It's okay. Stay as long as you need.
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[But GUILTY FEELINGS creep up, so after a moment, he finally draws back a little.]
Um. Thank you. I really appreciate it, Otome...
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... It's hit all of us hard, after all.
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[...]
Are you doin' okay...?
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She shakes her head, hesitantly. ]
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[This is rare, but since this is Touch Week and all...he's moving in to give her a good hug.]
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I'm sorry. I'll-- just a second. I'll be fine.
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[Pats her head for good measure.]
Its what the doctor ordered, and all.
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No, I'm pretty sure you said it right now. Just not out loud.
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