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The Legend of Das Geisterschloss
Amanda was watching him closely, clearly adding bits and pieces to the mental dossiers she was compiling, both on Emily Farnsworth, and on him.
"She's my friend," he summed up, "in a business that doesn't have many."
"She's a friend," Amanda repeated, then set down her cup and reached for his hand. "Don't you worry. We'll find her and she'll be all right."
It was an oddly disquieting, endearing form of comfort.
It struck him, suddenly, that Amanda had never before seen him so afraid for another person. It was a strange irony that she would comfort him, especially since he was only concerned about Emily. He wasn't downright terrified like he usually was whenever Amanda was missing. But she didn't know that, since she has never been with him when she herself was missing.
Obviously, his more practical brain chimed in, in Francine's sardonic voice, and that thought broke through the fog her touch had caused.
He pulled his hand back, forcing Amanda to let go. She chuckled a little in a brief moment of embarrassment, and he smiled at it.
"Yeah," he murmured, closing the door firmly on that conversation and changing the subject.