[ He'll push up from the floor at that, weight on his legs and one hand falling to grasp fingers on the back of your chair as he presses near, forehead coming to rest against yours as he unapologetically wraps his arms around your shoulders. ]
I'm sorry, [ his voice breaks as the pitch softens to barely above a whisper, as if any louder might shatter him from the inside out. ] I'm so sorry.
[ He doesn't really know what to do. He only knows that he feels more exhausted than he thought he could ever be, the facts all lining up like little lead weights over his heart.
He's dropping his head to your shoulder, face pressed into the fabric of your clothes and fingers fisting ovee what they can gather up against his palm. ]
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I'm sorry, [ his voice breaks as the pitch softens to barely above a whisper, as if any louder might shatter him from the inside out. ] I'm so sorry.
[ He doesn't really know what to do. He only knows that he feels more exhausted than he thought he could ever be, the facts all lining up like little lead weights over his heart.
He's dropping his head to your shoulder, face pressed into the fabric of your clothes and fingers fisting ovee what they can gather up against his palm. ]