[ He hears her fingers wrinkling fabric, feels her bones creak with the effort. A sore subject for her? But of course it is, because he knows what that's like, being at the mercy of something he has difficulty understanding or controlling. How difficult it is not to fold, to not curl and hide from it.
He shifts on the bed, recalling that the only other person he's ever met with a 'gift' like his own is Stick, and see where that particular relationship's gone. ]
Something in you that you have a hard time adjusting to. I understand.
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He shifts on the bed, recalling that the only other person he's ever met with a 'gift' like his own is Stick, and see where that particular relationship's gone. ]
Something in you that you have a hard time adjusting to. I understand.