[He closes his eyes, twitches as if considering rolling away from her. Giving her his back. Hiding.
It would hurt too much, in the end, so he does not move.]
I think you have the capacity for both. Moreso than-- [He lets only a slight pause, in which he would have said I, lets it be only just noticeable before he finishes,] --most.
Perhaps I was wrong. [It is rough, bones grating, and that is the real confession, hiding in the cough that shakes his body, bones whittling against bones. He covers it with a hand that trembles to spare her.
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It would hurt too much, in the end, so he does not move.]
I think you have the capacity for both. Moreso than-- [He lets only a slight pause, in which he would have said I, lets it be only just noticeable before he finishes,] --most.
Perhaps I was wrong. [It is rough, bones grating, and that is the real confession, hiding in the cough that shakes his body, bones whittling against bones. He covers it with a hand that trembles to spare her.