[words that are gentle enough to be suggestions, reassurances. whatever's been boiling over in his head, it's okay to let it out. she won't tell - here, in his own apartment, he's entitled to his secrets. here, being held, it's alright to not be okay.
(later, days later, she will find herself forgetting this. but for now...)
the month had worn on them all, scraped at edges like persistent sandpaper until there were wounds that were raw if not bleeding. now, now is the time to recover. to feel the pain and let it happen. they don't have to be strong for others' sake right now, and that had been the biggest relief. so he can't hold himself together all the way. he's still so young, she thinks, and her heart twists to think he is already so convinced of so many things.]
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[words that are gentle enough to be suggestions, reassurances. whatever's been boiling over in his head, it's okay to let it out. she won't tell - here, in his own apartment, he's entitled to his secrets. here, being held, it's alright to not be okay.
(later, days later, she will find herself forgetting this. but for now...)
the month had worn on them all, scraped at edges like persistent sandpaper until there were wounds that were raw if not bleeding. now, now is the time to recover. to feel the pain and let it happen. they don't have to be strong for others' sake right now, and that had been the biggest relief. so he can't hold himself together all the way. he's still so young, she thinks, and her heart twists to think he is already so convinced of so many things.]