[This is certainly one of the first times since it happened that anyone's tried to comfort him. He would have expected her to back away, but she didn't. She's not leaving.
He knew, somehow, that telling her was the right thing to do. That she wouldn't judge him for it. It's gratifying to know he was right.
He slides the arm around her shoulders down, to her waist, and reaches with his free hand for one of hers, to weave their fingers together.]
That's enough of my life for now. [His voice is a bit rough, but otherwise he seems together. Maybe a bit too together.]
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He knew, somehow, that telling her was the right thing to do. That she wouldn't judge him for it. It's gratifying to know he was right.
He slides the arm around her shoulders down, to her waist, and reaches with his free hand for one of hers, to weave their fingers together.]
That's enough of my life for now. [His voice is a bit rough, but otherwise he seems together. Maybe a bit too together.]