[she sinks into the hug with just a faint sound, hiding her face. sometimes there really isn't much words can do compared to just close contact; a hug can say a great deal. his arms are a big enough buffer to all the things she knows are looming just outside of the room -- the things she ought to do, has to do. she will allow herself to be weak for a little while, because it's safe here, and there's some illusion she does some good here. leaving Archie alone now would be awful...]
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