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Her brows rose high, but she smiled, accepting the gift. "Thanks," she responded, looking down at it. She was about to grab it and move it to her den when he began to speak, in an awkward fashion, trying to describe his feelings. Lily's face morphed through an extraordinary range of emotions through this rant before settling on something relatively blank, understanding.

"It's all right," Lily said, not really feeling the words in this moment--but knowing she needed to say them. "You're not a shitty friend. You've had a lot to deal with. I understand." She didn't. Not really. She had no special vision into his mind; she had been left perplexed and hurt by the chasm between them. But now was not the time to voice those thoughts.

"You don't have to be sorry," she murmured. He did. And she wanted to hear it. Those words were music to her ears. But she didn't necessarily want to put him through this whole bloody mess of a conversation, even if it always was inevitable.