[ Resting one hand over her shoulder, he wonders if he can fix what his heart has rendered numb. He frowns when it seems like it will only heal when they escape from the chucklefuck land that his heartscape has become. ]
Yes, yes, I'm dumb. [ His words are consoling as he dabs lightly against her eyes with the sleeve of his robe. ] I don't think that all I do is good. I certainly have made you worry about me, ah?
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Yes, yes, I'm dumb. [ His words are consoling as he dabs lightly against her eyes with the sleeve of his robe. ] I don't think that all I do is good. I certainly have made you worry about me, ah?