[England's free hand brushes America's thigh.] Don't say that like it's supposed to placate me. [He doesn't want America to be in pain at all.
Though the touch is innocuous, England's fingers momentarily drift upwards in fleeting suggestion. Fleeting, of course, because Ginger is in the room, and they're both in too much pain.] ...I wish I could do something for it.
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Though the touch is innocuous, England's fingers momentarily drift upwards in fleeting suggestion. Fleeting, of course, because Ginger is in the room, and they're both in too much pain.] ...I wish I could do something for it.