[he goes quiet, because she pulls that whole thing again where she decides what she needs, even it might not be the best thing. but he isn't going to push it because how the fuck would he know better than she does?
he doesn't. not by a long shot.
so he stays, and stays quiet, swallowing hard when her thumb runs over the back of his hand, soothing him.
she needs to see him, to talk to him. he's here. at least for now he's here.]
I'm here.
But that doesn't mean I know. I don't know what I am.
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he doesn't. not by a long shot.
so he stays, and stays quiet, swallowing hard when her thumb runs over the back of his hand, soothing him.
she needs to see him, to talk to him. he's here. at least for now he's here.]
I'm here.
But that doesn't mean I know. I don't know what I am.