[ His shoulders jolt reflexively at being grabbed, voice caught in his throat mid-sentence as he stands shocked, processing her outburst. He's... fine. Yeah. Neither good nor bad, just fine the way he is, and he lets his shoulders relax under Lucy's grip. ]
...That's right. I'm fine. I'll be fine. And you'll be fine too.
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...That's right. I'm fine. I'll be fine. And you'll be fine too.