<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~Marisol, during Mila's answers ~</em><br/><br/>The instant Mila grabbed her hand, Marisol snapped herself out of her inner turmoil and focused on the woman next to her. Whatever was going on inside of Mari's head would have to wait until she was in her room by herself. She needed to be there for Mila because it seemed like the young woman needed it. And if anything, Marisol would always be there for the women in the group.<br/><br/>It saddened her a bit when Mila gripped her hand tighter; because it showed Marisol that these answers were ripping Mila open, not giving her the shadows to hide in. Marisol entwined their fingers together and simply tightened her hold on Mila, silently showing her that she was there and she would continue to be there no matter what.<br/><br/>When Mila withdrew her hand, Marisol followed it with her own. No, she wasn't going to hide any longer. Marisol looked into Mila's eyes and offered her a tender smile, entwining their fingers and clasping her hand, this time not removing it. Whatever insecurities Marisol was dealing with, it did not matter. She had to be there for Mila; the young woman had taken a huge step in opening herself up like that and there was no way that Marisol was going to let her go back in her shell.<br/><br/>"Thank you for sharing," Marisol whispered as she leaned over to the other woman, her smile genuine. Shifting a bit, she pressed her hip close to Mila as she turned and looked at Vince, her hold on Mila's hand comfortably tight. Support, they both needed support.</span>