[It sounds like them. Is it? Oh god, but he can't permit himself to hope.]
[He ducks his head. Stares at the ground for a moment as he tries to marshal his thoughts, tries to respond safely in turn, because he's managed to somehow consistently say the wrong thing (is there ever a right thing? If there is, he never finds it) and it's bad enough that he's giving them more problems.]
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[It sounds like them. Is it? Oh god, but he can't permit himself to hope.]
[He ducks his head. Stares at the ground for a moment as he tries to marshal his thoughts, tries to respond safely in turn, because he's managed to somehow consistently say the wrong thing (is there ever a right thing? If there is, he never finds it) and it's bad enough that he's giving them more problems.]
Nothing ever could separate you two for long.