[There's a ripple of anger that shoots out hot from his heart to the ends of his limbs. Richie has to steady his breath a moment. Of course she's been hurt, look at her. But confirmation that it was all deliberate, some shithead fucking with a little girl—
Steady now. He clears his throat, purses his lips. Then gently sets a hand on her shoulder, over the blanket.]
It's okay. You're in good hands now. [A beat.] I was roughed up by another guy when I was in captivity, too.
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Steady now. He clears his throat, purses his lips. Then gently sets a hand on her shoulder, over the blanket.]
It's okay. You're in good hands now. [A beat.] I was roughed up by another guy when I was in captivity, too.
Would it help to talk about it?
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I'm sorry, I don't— I don't want to think about it.
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[He nods, emphatic.]
You don't have to, especially not right now. Not when it's so fresh. [He thinks a moment.] Would you prefer a distraction? Take your mind off things?
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