[Corbin is used to bubbly Peony, mischievous Peony, even annoyed Peony, bouncy and colorful and impossible to miss. He's not entirely sure what to do with small, sad, Peony. Or, he knows where to start, and he's hoping he can figure the rest of it out after that.]
[So he wraps his arms around her and holds her close, gives her room to hold him or pull away or whatever she feels comfortable doing.]
Hey.
[He wonders if she's going to cry, and it occurs to him that he should have put on a shirt, just in case, otherwise he might end up wiping tears and snot off his shoulder. Oh well, nothing to do about it now, and he's had grosser stuff on him. He can wipe it off later.]
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[So he wraps his arms around her and holds her close, gives her room to hold him or pull away or whatever she feels comfortable doing.]
Hey.
[He wonders if she's going to cry, and it occurs to him that he should have put on a shirt, just in case, otherwise he might end up wiping tears and snot off his shoulder. Oh well, nothing to do about it now, and he's had grosser stuff on him. He can wipe it off later.]