It's like a shard of ice through the chest. It's not something he likes to focus on, only because he's slowly begun to accept it as the norm, but hearing it spoken aloud and not just tamped down in his own mind, day to day…
It makes him feel indescribably sad, but also overwhelmingly relieved that someone else can see it. That someone else understands.
The two emotions conflict with each other. Henry’s shoulders sag, his eyes dropping down to his shoes, fingers curling at his sides.]
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It's like a shard of ice through the chest. It's not something he likes to focus on, only because he's slowly begun to accept it as the norm, but hearing it spoken aloud and not just tamped down in his own mind, day to day…
It makes him feel indescribably sad, but also overwhelmingly relieved that someone else can see it. That someone else understands.
The two emotions conflict with each other. Henry’s shoulders sag, his eyes dropping down to his shoes, fingers curling at his sides.]
…Okay. I’d like that. To stick together.