[That meant, with an internal sigh, the two of them were just going to end up sitting on the floor while Marisa cradled her girlfriend and soaked up the tears. Her hand stroked Patchy's hair and she rubbed her back. She pressed a kiss to the top of her head and held her.
Oh, Marisa was still upset, still hurt, but she was starting to realize what Patchy hurt herself with the damn flowers and stuff.]
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Oh, Marisa was still upset, still hurt, but she was starting to realize what Patchy hurt herself with the damn flowers and stuff.]