[ His stony gaze at the far wall breaks down then, turning into a flicker of surprise and a sideways glance at her. A friend. He's so unused to that word, and so unused to using it himself. Mostly, that's been his own doing.
In a way, it's an anchor of his own, and he knows—though he still wrestles with admitting so—that he's been worse off for it.
Gradually he unfolds his arms, and lets his hands drop into his lap. He tilts his head to one side, looking almost sheepish. ]
And I you. I am... [ Okay, very sheepish. He scratches at his cheek with an index finger. ] grateful that you trusted me enough to share it.
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In a way, it's an anchor of his own, and he knows—though he still wrestles with admitting so—that he's been worse off for it.
Gradually he unfolds his arms, and lets his hands drop into his lap. He tilts his head to one side, looking almost sheepish. ]
And I you. I am... [ Okay, very sheepish. He scratches at his cheek with an index finger. ] grateful that you trusted me enough to share it.