[ He says it tiredly, though the exhaustion isn't directed at her. Instead, it's pinned on the numbers on his page, his gaze dropping to it for a moment before he glances back up again. It's also directed at himself, knowing so much of this wouldn't be a problem if he could just be normal.
(As though shaking off the past is as easy as shucking off a coat). ]
Holding hands will only go so far, if I'm accounting right. Which means— [ He stops short, teeth clicking together with how fast he ceases. In fact, he looks a bit stunned for a moment, like he's let loose a secret he didn't mean. ]
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[ He says it tiredly, though the exhaustion isn't directed at her. Instead, it's pinned on the numbers on his page, his gaze dropping to it for a moment before he glances back up again. It's also directed at himself, knowing so much of this wouldn't be a problem if he could just be normal.
(As though shaking off the past is as easy as shucking off a coat). ]
Holding hands will only go so far, if I'm accounting right. Which means— [ He stops short, teeth clicking together with how fast he ceases. In fact, he looks a bit stunned for a moment, like he's let loose a secret he didn't mean. ]