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[@Silvan Haven][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][/center]

[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqorPfRapA8]"Can I have a hug?"[/url][/sub]

She had stepped out of the pool.

She was shaking like a leaf.

She needed somebody to lean on.

To hell, then, with going get some shuteye.

I unzipped the front of my hoodie, shrugging it off and walking forward.

I had no need to comment. I had no reason to react. I had no desire to even acknowledge how wet she was. Even I am capable of solemnity, and I was more than capable of doing some, perhaps not all, but some of what needed to be done right now. I would do more if I was smarter, wiser, or better informed, but I was simply none of those things.

Reaching up a little, I draped the hoodie around her shoulders. They weren't supposed to get wet, normally, but I had no towels on hand, and would simply deal with it.

[b]"It's alright."[/b]

Then I pulled her into a gentle hug. We may not have known each other for long at all, but the least a guy like me could do was give her something she'd asked for. Whether or not it was my place to say that, to do this, or any of that crap, none of it was important. Even if it's wrong, sometimes, someone still needs someone to tell them that. 

If it answers a cry for help, I'll gladly let myself be in the wrong.

I'm not smart.

I'm not wise.

I'm certainly not well-informed.

But there was one thing I always could be: [i]There.[/i]