[Amelia accepts his offering and grasps the handkerchief in one fist. She unfurls it slightly to dab at the corners of her eyes and no more.]
... It's supposed to be late, isn't it? We should go back.
[Though they had gotten this far, returning to an elevator would probably give them no trouble. It would be something to focus on instead of lingering in the voices of their respective pasts.]
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... It's supposed to be late, isn't it? We should go back.
[Though they had gotten this far, returning to an elevator would probably give them no trouble. It would be something to focus on instead of lingering in the voices of their respective pasts.]