[ His voice is soft enough, almost like the words are more for him than for her. He can't place what he's feeling or why, just that there's some air of finality to it - and he's never had to deal with that in his life.
Things always shifted and changed and it never mattered. This time it feels like it should, and there's what might be worry underneath: that something is being lost; that this isn't going to go away for him like everything always does.
As long as it's only the one time. He can deal with it. ]
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[ His voice is soft enough, almost like the words are more for him than for her. He can't place what he's feeling or why, just that there's some air of finality to it - and he's never had to deal with that in his life.
Things always shifted and changed and it never mattered. This time it feels like it should, and there's what might be worry underneath: that something is being lost; that this isn't going to go away for him like everything always does.
As long as it's only the one time. He can deal with it. ]