[It isn't really a surprise. Not lately, anyway... Luke pulls her close with that arm around her shoulder, and with his free hand, he carefully reaches beneath the hood, to touch her face, to brush his fingers against her wet cheeks.
If she ever needs him... to cry against, to be reminded that they have the right despite being replicas, being ugly... then he's always there. He promised her.]
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If she ever needs him... to cry against, to be reminded that they have the right despite being replicas, being ugly... then he's always there. He promised her.]