[ Her hold on his jacket slackens, but it's hard to tell if it's because of him stroking her hair, the joke, or just the knowledge that he's here with her. It's most likely all three at once; it's hard to stay ill at ease when he's holding her. There's even a smile tugging the corners of her lips upward. ]
Nothing I couldn't get myself out of. I guess you behaved the best you could?
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Nothing I couldn't get myself out of. I guess you behaved the best you could?