[ She is considerate of his deficiencies. He wonders if it can count as a compliment for her if he agrees with it. Who knows, with this place.
He thinks delicate might almost be a compliment, the way she says it. It's not true, but it does sound sincere. It's his deficiencies that keep him from being delicate, all that neatly empty space where other people hold soppy wet vulnerability, but - well, she probably means it more literally, and he has to give her that one.
He doesn't feel delicate right now, though. It's something shakier than that. Fragile, maybe. It's a weird sensation to hold in his bones, at the crooks of his elbows, in the slight lean of his weight forward on his toes. ]
Whatever did I do without your tender considerations?
[ His voice is pitched up, half-snotty, like it's a joke. ]
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He thinks delicate might almost be a compliment, the way she says it. It's not true, but it does sound sincere. It's his deficiencies that keep him from being delicate, all that neatly empty space where other people hold soppy wet vulnerability, but - well, she probably means it more literally, and he has to give her that one.
He doesn't feel delicate right now, though. It's something shakier than that. Fragile, maybe. It's a weird sensation to hold in his bones, at the crooks of his elbows, in the slight lean of his weight forward on his toes. ]
Whatever did I do without your tender considerations?
[ His voice is pitched up, half-snotty, like it's a joke. ]