[Cloud's right on the money on why she's crying - rather, it's everything he thinks it is combined, which is why it's hard to stop. With Cloud's hand on her shoulder, Stella glances down at it, then shuts her eyes and reaches to rest her hand on top of his, fingers finding and sliding between the spaces of his own as best as she can.]
I know... I know. I'm sorry, I'm - I'm making a mess of myself, aren't I?
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I know... I know. I'm sorry, I'm - I'm making a mess of myself, aren't I?