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“Well, obviously, you’re not. Come on Teddy…” she sighed, pulling out a fresh tissue from her pocket, then attempted to wipe his face, but he kept batting her hands away. Placing them om her hips, she tried to stay as calm as she could. “Look, Teddy, I’m only trying to help. Tell me what happened…” she pleaded. He looked like a big mess, and quite frankly it scared her because she’d never seen him that way before.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m fine, I really am.” His voice sounded horrible. He was shaking, and his eyes were bloodshot. “Please Victoire, I’m… I’m…” He couldn’t carry on.
“Not alright” she finished for him in a firm voice. “Look, Teddy, you don’t have to tell me what happened or why you’re so upset but the least you can do is let me help you” she said, still looking at him, arm stretched out in front of her, offering him the handkerchief.
