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[Dawn melts into that Buffy hug like it was necessary to her very existence. She can't help the way she clings either. Or the way the tears she has been holding back finally spill from her eyes. She'd had it all under control until there was a Buffy. Her being here meant that yes, things would be okay. But it also meant that it was okay for her not to be okay right now.]
I'm not okay. [She whispers through the tightness in her throat since her voice seems to be momentarily absent. And sorry Buffy, your hair is soaking up her tears.]