"How generous of a life counselor. Headbutting me at three o'clock in the morning."
But his voice cracks, his hands curl into fists. He tries to keep the slightest of shakes out of them, out of his broad shoulders, but he knows she's way too damn attentive for her own good.
"How can the others see me like you do, though? I don't know if I could."
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1/6/16 04:48 (UTC)But his voice cracks, his hands curl into fists. He tries to keep the slightest of shakes out of them, out of his broad shoulders, but he knows she's way too damn attentive for her own good.
"How can the others see me like you do, though? I don't know if I could."