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On Lene's look in the scene in which she asks Dev if he still loves Paro

His hand weaved through the strands of her hair
Her head, his lap, and a few friends
She said, I love him
The slight quiver in the fingers
Steely face, no emotions
Pounding heart, crushed dreams
The ever so slight pause; did anyone notice?
She went on
and his fingers resumed threading her hair.