Dang...did I just push the wrong button and hit a space mine? Two ex-wives and I still can't figure this stuff the heck out.
Kessler furrows his brow and frowns, "Sure, you've been through a lot. I can see it, but it's good that you're here now." He steps gingerly off his seat and moves in close to give a warm embrace, closing his eyes and nodding slowly as he screams internally. Okay, this is how I die. Get in close and tight so she can't jam the knife into my gut as hard and has to really work to drag it up to my sternum and spill 'em. Maybe my jugular'll get ripped out with that nice smile of hers? Punctured lung from behind with a drink stirrer? That's gotta be it. Alright, think - what do you do again? Push all the air out or something, nice and slow...
He gives a long, pained sigh as he pats gently at her back, "You've been through oh so much..."
