She wasn't ready. And they were in public, so Noble couldn't do anything to try to stop her from picking at her cuticles. He glanced at her hands, saw how torn-up they were, and glanced back up at her. He swallowed. "How can I help?" he whispered. They were catching some attention, stuck as they were — but he could try to help her, regardless.
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