[Yeah. Yeah. Nothing Aubrey could ever think to say would be better than that.]
[She nods, still fuming.]
[And…]
Do you want a hug? [A pause.] And-or… it’s not very word-y, but…
[Aubrey swings her right hand over her shoulder, fist closed; Armin might not recognize the motion, but in her head, she’s waving a bat.] …you wanna hit something really hard?
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[Yeah. Yeah. Nothing Aubrey could ever think to say would be better than that.]
[She nods, still fuming.]
[And…]
Do you want a hug? [A pause.] And-or… it’s not very word-y, but…
[Aubrey swings her right hand over her shoulder, fist closed; Armin might not recognize the motion, but in her head, she’s waving a bat.] …you wanna hit something really hard?