[ It's another one of those things that Raven can't possibly understand, but the sting isn't really there, not in the way that it could have been. Raven knows that she's never going to really wrap her mind around Kyriakos or what happened there, but - she can try to sympathise, or support whatever is in Hank's mind. She slips closer, letting her arms hold Hank close, letting herself be his support, before she softens and tilts her gaze up to look at him, expression soft.
Raven is soft when she holds him, tilting close and pressing her mouth to the side of his head, closing her eyes and leaning against him. ]
Maybe I'll be able to meet her one day.
[ Maybe. And then Raven pauses, hesitating for a moment before she breathes out and reaches to take his hand into her own. ]
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Raven is soft when she holds him, tilting close and pressing her mouth to the side of his head, closing her eyes and leaning against him. ]
Maybe I'll be able to meet her one day.
[ Maybe. And then Raven pauses, hesitating for a moment before she breathes out and reaches to take his hand into her own. ]