Hebe didn't know what she could do these days. Whether she would be welcomed warmly or if he would push her away, literally and figuratively. She felt apprehensive about trying to move forward. He didn't talk the way she did. He didn't pour his heart out the way she did. But he had broken down in front of her, even if it hadn't been for her. That had brought back a lot of bad memories. "Yeah, actually I am. I guess this can wait a while," she gestured to the paperwork.
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