[ The hug is... nice, in a way. He stays close, letting himself lean against her a little. He's deeply grateful for the ruse of the menu, and rubs his face. He's not crying, but he's far closer than he'd like, his eyes burning.
Her words are true: he doesn't want to hear it. But he also know what Cecelia isn't one to bullshit, she says it like it is, and if she says she thinks there's good in him, then she thinks there is good in him. Whether she's right is another question, but she's also smart and sharp and he trusts her, even if he can't quite trust this. He does at least believe that she believes it, which makes him laugh humorlessly ]
Look, now I have you--you trying to cheer me up when you have your own shit.
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Her words are true: he doesn't want to hear it. But he also know what Cecelia isn't one to bullshit, she says it like it is, and if she says she thinks there's good in him, then she thinks there is good in him. Whether she's right is another question, but she's also smart and sharp and he trusts her, even if he can't quite trust this. He does at least believe that she believes it, which makes him laugh humorlessly ]
Look, now I have you--you trying to cheer me up when you have your own shit.