[ He feels the tension, and it aches in the back of his throat. An old wound he doesn't acknowledge that he carries, even though an extremely distant and logical piece of his mind knows. Instinctively, despite his refusal to think of the issue in so many words, he knows.
He just ignores it.
Like recognizes like. ]
Yeah.
[ He murmurs quietly, and the urge to say me, too sits fat and heavy on his tongue.
no subject
He just ignores it.
Like recognizes like. ]
Yeah.
[ He murmurs quietly, and the urge to say me, too sits fat and heavy on his tongue.
Can't seem to force it out. ]