[Mako untangles her fingers from his, then slides down off of the chair to wrap her arms around him, squeezing tight. It's a bit awkward, kneeling on the floor like this, but she has an irresistible urge to be close to him right now, and she doesn't care.]
I can make another one for you. We'll go together.
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I can make another one for you. We'll go together.