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Mad Eye Touz Plymouth reached over and put his hand on top of her foot. He didn't want her to be ... whatever she was ... with him. He NEVER meant to make her so unhappy, to make her cry, and he certainly wasn't aiming for any of that now.
"It doesn't though, Cel. It doesn't. It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"It isn't fine! It isn't!" Cela was sooooo close to just losing it and breaking down right there in a vulnerable little mess of heartbreak and hormones.
Did he think he was making things easier?