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It’s weird how much Owen can relate to this exact situation. To the point where he hopes whatever has upset Kennedy doesn’t leave the empty ache he feels in his chest most of the time. And even then there are people going through worse pain that he’ll ever have to face. The corner of his lip quirks up at the question, it is strange really. He is after all relatively tall and Kennedy is quite petite. “Oh, I am quite literally stretching my legs.” He replied, hooking his cane over his wrist and pulling a clean tissue out of his pocket. Folding the corner over, he gently wiped at the damp patches under her eyes as though it was nothing, adding, “And I’ve been wondering for ages if I could use you as a chin rest when I’m back to walking again.”