The laugh that comes out is sputtering and wet but it's a laugh and she appreciates that he is respecting her wishes to change the topic. Not to mention bad jokes, Margaret loves bad jokes, and non-jokes, because the surreal absurdity of them always makes her oddly happy.
Without much thinking Margaret reaches over and puts her hand on his arm lightly. It's a comforting touch, the temperature has her attention a cool to the heat and sweat that is currently prickling at her skin. It's a touch that reassures that despite the talk of death he is still here, despite everything, he is still here and that gives her comfort. "That is a really, really bad joke," she tells him with a smile. "I love it."
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Date: 2018-03-10 06:34 pm (UTC)Without much thinking Margaret reaches over and puts her hand on his arm lightly. It's a comforting touch, the temperature has her attention a cool to the heat and sweat that is currently prickling at her skin. It's a touch that reassures that despite the talk of death he is still here, despite everything, he is still here and that gives her comfort. "That is a really, really bad joke," she tells him with a smile. "I love it."