"Hey, Kevin," she says softly as she tries not to stare, her shoulders kind of hunched up out of sympathy. "I brought you some of the cakes you like." She shakes her head when he mentions his face. "Your face's fine," she tried to assure him. "I've seen worse." Which was true, but it didn't change the fact that she's... she's worried. And wishes she could fix it.
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