[He's not going to put it back on, but he's not going to bother arguing with her, either. He knows they're just finding a comfortable place to sit down and wait to die, and suddenly panic starts to claw its way into his chest. He struggles to tamp it down, but when he reaches out to take her hand, his grip is tighter than it needs to be.]
I'm fine. We can go over there.
[He jerks his head towards a pile of rubble, where a few pieces of metal are making a slightly sheltered space. It will be out of the wind, at least.]
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I'm fine. We can go over there.
[He jerks his head towards a pile of rubble, where a few pieces of metal are making a slightly sheltered space. It will be out of the wind, at least.]