He would. But the thought of it makes his heart sink further, and he looks down again.
'It's sort of not-'
Damnit, why is explaining anything to do with this so hard? He stops, and his hands clasp together, squeeze until they're white, and he forces them to relax.
'...I was trying to live like a normal person, you know?'
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He would. But the thought of it makes his heart sink further, and he looks down again.
'It's sort of not-'
Damnit, why is explaining anything to do with this so hard? He stops, and his hands clasp together, squeeze until they're white, and he forces them to relax.
'...I was trying to live like a normal person, you know?'