[Caitlyn's grip tightens as she feels the pressure of Vi's hands against her back. Some small part of her is terrified that if she lets go, she'll never see Vi again. So she lets the hug go on for as long as Vi will allow it, breathing in Vi's scent, enjoying the warmth and the comfort of the hug, before dropping her arms as Vi pulls away.]
I'll be sure to think that, and do the opposite. [She smiles softly. And she can't help but tease a little, too.] Perhaps you could think "What would Caitlyn do?"
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I'll be sure to think that, and do the opposite. [She smiles softly. And she can't help but tease a little, too.] Perhaps you could think "What would Caitlyn do?"