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Lee turns his hand on his thigh, opening his palm, his bandages already worn—Tenten thinks she’d like to re-wrap them later, for some reason—his face so painfully earnest that she has to look away, that she has to blink until her eyes stop smarting.
“I can keep you safe,” he says, still so earnest, and his voice only wavers a little given the shadow that looms over them both.
Tenten swallows at the knot in her throat, puts her palm flat on his hand, listens to her pulse in her ears—one, two, three—then she intertwines their fingers, says, “I can keep you safe, too.”