[It takes him a while to hear everything she has to say, and longer still to parse her words. He stares straight ahead. Is that sincerity he hears?
A part of him rankles at the thought. It can't be.
All the same, there's a part of him that holds him back from spitting out a disagreement in a drunken fit. Strange, that his lowered inhibition would stop him from voicing his doubts. He stands there, expression dubious, for what feels like an eternity before tearing himself away from the scene to wobble elsewhere.
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A part of him rankles at the thought. It can't be.
All the same, there's a part of him that holds him back from spitting out a disagreement in a drunken fit. Strange, that his lowered inhibition would stop him from voicing his doubts. He stands there, expression dubious, for what feels like an eternity before tearing himself away from the scene to wobble elsewhere.
The day he asks for help . . . won't be today.]