Hannah pulls Baker against her, wrapping her arms around her as tightly as she can, nudging Baker’s head down onto her shoulder. She can feel Baker breathing hard against her, her tears bleeding through Hannah’s tank top and into her skin; she cradles Baker’s head with one hand, feeling her soft, warm hair under her palm, and secures her body with her other, spreading her fingers over the back of her shirt so that she can feel her spine and her deep, shuddering breaths.