Dory sighed. He hadn't meant that anything would be as it once was, nor did he believe it ever could be. The ground beneath their feet was too unstable for them to even consider anything resembling a friendship at present. He'd only meant that if she found herself in need of support — in need of anything, really — he would endeavor to be there for her.

But, given the expression on her face, Dory knew better than to try and elaborate that point.

He scratched the back of his head as his gaze fell to somewhere between their feet. Watching her go would break him, he was sure of that. "Yeah, sure. Goodbye, Winnie." Dory mumbled.

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