[ He thinks, for a moment, that she's leaving. And he thinks, in that brief moment, that that makes sense. That she's finally sick of him. They aren't very good for each other, at this point.
But then she sits down next to him and he feels a terribly complicated knot of feelings in his gut. His breath is tight in his throat ]
...yeah.
[ He could say more, but the words won't come. He's wound up, hurting, and Cecelia is his friend, his best friend, maybe, and she's offering him something he can't ask for. He closes his eyes, letting his hair fall in front of his face so she doesn't see his face crumple ]
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But then she sits down next to him and he feels a terribly complicated knot of feelings in his gut. His breath is tight in his throat ]
...yeah.
[ He could say more, but the words won't come. He's wound up, hurting, and Cecelia is his friend, his best friend, maybe, and she's offering him something he can't ask for. He closes his eyes, letting his hair fall in front of his face so she doesn't see his face crumple ]