[The door's still open, letting in the chill, and he doesn't pull her into him when the tremors he feels chase through her turn into tears. He moves to her, instead, wrapping his arms easily round her shoulders. And he might go in with a joke like, I promise, my taste's not that bad but she's young and she's mostly alone here and maybe it's not what she needs.]
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You're all right. I've got you.
[So that's all that's important.]