He smiled, put his hands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair, and leaned in to press his forehead against hers. He'd told her before that he did it to take away half her sadness, half her headache, half her nerves as she'd got on the train to Cambridge for her interview. Because half less of a bad thing meant there was room for half good.
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