( Beth's jaw trembles very slightly, before she shakes her head a little, like that'll dismiss it and she glances away from a Cosima.
It doesn't do much good. She's still not looking at Cosima, but a tear roll down her cheek as she stands, moves the short distance between them and tugs a Cosima up out of the chair. )
Come here.
( Don't make her say it, just let her pull Cosima into a hug. )
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It doesn't do much good. She's still not looking at Cosima, but a tear roll down her cheek as she stands, moves the short distance between them and tugs a Cosima up out of the chair. )
Come here.
( Don't make her say it, just let her pull Cosima into a hug. )