[Careful not to jostle the little bag she's carrying too much, Shaw wraps an arm around Root's waist, steers her towards the new couch, and pulls her down onto it with her, leaning into her side. After a moment, she lets out a soft, contented sigh, which is basically Shaw's version of a dramatic declaration of love.]
I'm glad you're still here.
[She can't fully say she's glad that she's still here, even though she can't fully say she wishes she wasn't, either. But she is here, and being glad that Root is here with her is about as uncomplicated as it gets.]
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I'm glad you're still here.
[She can't fully say she's glad that she's still here, even though she can't fully say she wishes she wasn't, either. But she is here, and being glad that Root is here with her is about as uncomplicated as it gets.]