[ The sideways pull of his lips is brittle and thin, but that at least, he has the sense to push back inside again where it needn't be laid at Isaac's feet. Somehow, his breath stays steady. ]
You know you're kinder than you ought to be, sometimes.
[ His hand gives an answering squeeze, grateful but-- releasing. (Who needs skin? A heart?) ]
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You know you're kinder than you ought to be, sometimes.
[ His hand gives an answering squeeze, grateful but-- releasing. (Who needs skin? A heart?) ]
I'll lock up.