~Concern shines in her eyes over his confused look. She wipes her tears from her eyes with her sleeve and looks at him, her gray-blue eyes somewhat bloodshot. She sniffs, forcing a slight smile as he shakes his head. She tries to speak, but the lump in her throat prevents all but a whisper.~ "Deiter?"
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Do I have to do this like the little mermaid and get the squirells singing?)