[ o-oh. he doesn't hesitate to lace their fingers and squeeze in reassurance, but there's something about it that's foreign and new. something they were on the precipice of, maybe, before the end. he slips his phone into his pocket with his free hand and leads her into the shared house he's become familiar with. though he usually just sleeps on the deck like an animal, he leads her into the middle of the house where someone abandoned a bed and some other things. spike will lead her right to it and nudge her to sit gently. ]
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