[She says it quietly, muffled against his shoulder as she tries desperately to hold on to the last bit of her composure. He's making it really difficult, and she can hear her voice trembling. Natasha swallows hard, trying to keep the next part steady.]
He might not come back.
[But her voice breaks on the last word. It is her fault, as far as she's concerned, because if she hadn't tripped, he wouldn't have had to go back for her at all.]
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[She says it quietly, muffled against his shoulder as she tries desperately to hold on to the last bit of her composure. He's making it really difficult, and she can hear her voice trembling. Natasha swallows hard, trying to keep the next part steady.]
He might not come back.
[But her voice breaks on the last word. It is her fault, as far as she's concerned, because if she hadn't tripped, he wouldn't have had to go back for her at all.]