Phoebe nodded and smiled, curling her hands up, balling the sleeves up of the jacket with them. "We can. If we hurry, we can probably slip it in before gym" she said, before looking to Katherin. "You'll be able to do it. You need more confidence in yourself" she said, taking Ryan's hand, her hand bundled
Up in the jacket stil, and starting towards gym.

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"Paint bombs are more his style" Connor mused, followin Kijani in. It was so rare for her to admit to any type of weakness, so rare for her to admit to tiredness. He didn't even hesitate, not particularly caring what anyone thought, he wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a hug. He kissed the top of her head, and said softly, "I know"


Because he didn't know what was wrong, the only help, the only support he could give was his comfort, his...solidity. That was all he could give. His voice was tender, loving, caring. Soft. "Whatever is wrong, I'll be here"