She was making herself almost dizzy between the gasping for air and how hard she was crying; she only half-heard what Neville was saying. That, and she kind of guessed who Neville meant, but she wasn't going to protest for the millionth time that Ernie and her weren't like that, he was her brother and she his sister, and that was the end of it.
Hannah let out a whimper and finally let her tears slow; Neville's fingers on her arms was soothing, a little like being rocked gently. Though she hiccuped a few times, she calmed, finally sinking her head back down on his shoulder and closing her eyes. Someone who loved her and wouldn't ask her to be someone that she wasn't--or maybe, see her for more than just some china doll.
Her forehead was against his neck, and she could feel the beat of his pulse under his skin; she counted his heartbeats. Somewhere around fifteen, Hannah's head jerked up, and she stared at Neville, wide-eyed. "Oh, bugger, I'm making you miss the movie!"