[ Grell's shriek of surprise dulls into a groaning whimper, her free hand clutching the material over her chest. Her eyes are a mixture of confusion and terror, as she cowers under him-- and yet, she clutches onto him. ]
Yo--you're real...? [ Shaking, she reaches out to lay her hand over his. ] No-- no, I can't be imagining this...
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Yo--you're real...? [ Shaking, she reaches out to lay her hand over his. ] No-- no, I can't be imagining this...