As the tablet switches on, the first noticeable thing is the absolute silence. Bao isn’t pouncing around in the background, there are no strange machines being tested in the shop, and the rumble of Serenity is missing, despite the fact that the ship can be seen clearly through the window behind Kaylee
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"Kaylee? I am sorry for your loss," he says in Mandarin, after flipping his tablet on to reply. "As the saying is... You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair. Is there anything I can do?"
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"Thank you," she replies softly, in Mandarin that is much clumsier than his. "The offer means more than I can say. I am having a hard time thinking of anything, though."
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"I could bring you some tea? Or... treat you to dinner, perhaps? There are a number of decent restaurants in the city. But you should not, I think, be alone."
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"There is plenty of tea around already, but getting out of the house sounds...nice." Nice, and like a very good idea, because Kaylee doesn't want to be sitting here alone any more than Long thinks she should be.
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Long isn't the best at comfort; it's not something that comes naturally to him. But he'll offer anything that might help, in all earnestness.
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"Maybe a bit of both?" Anything that might keep her out of the quiet for just a little while.
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Long is collecting his coat as he talks, obviously prepared to head right over.
['little sister']
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"Door is open."
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Good as his word, Long can be seen coming up to the house some minutes later. He looks thoughtful as he walks; the last time he had been there had been Kaylee's birthday party, a time of cheer and social niceties and cake. And Kaylee's friend River had still been present.
Such a change, in so short a time, relatively speaking.
He knocked at the door and opened it at the same time, since she had said it would already be open.
"Kaylee? Your distraction has arrived; hopefully I shall manage to fill the role adequately..."
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She will get over the loss, and she knows it. She's done it before, for several friends. Right now, though, it still hurts.
"Think you'll manage just fine," she replies, attempting a small smile as she waves him in. "Just not bein' here alone is a good start, I think."
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He hesitates, because what he is about to offer is completely and utterly not within his normal nature, and it's only because Kaylee seems to like giving them so much that he entertains this idea at all.
"I apologize if the offer is unwelcome, but if you would like a hug, I suppose I could provide one."
(Way to kill all the sweetness of the gesture, Mr. Long. Dork.)
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There's a turnaround, though. Long hesitates, and for a moment Kaylee's worries go away just from pure curiosity as to what's got him so awkward suddenly. Well, besides the crying and unhappy girl.
As soon as he proposes a hug, her eyes well up all over again, and she nods her head. "I'd like one, if you mean it."
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Long does not carry handkerchiefs-- he considers them barbaric-- or he would offer one to Kaylee with her bright eyes.
"I cannot promise I am any good at them," he says gently, "but yes, I mean it, for whatever that may count?"
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Kaylee shakes her head, shifting to make room for Long next to her.
"You're shiny at 'em, if a little stiff," she critiques from memory. "If you like, I can walk you through it?" It's a feeble attempt at taunting him, but it's there. And she really will walk him through if necessary.
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He takes the spot on the couch next to Kaylee, and offers her an arm. Totally clear he doesn't give hugs ever often, but he's making the attempt.
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"These're better to figure out in practice than in text anyhow." A small hint of a smile crosses her mouth, and she leans to wrap her arms around his torso.
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