[ She is shocked at that, both his laughter and his words that follow. Her eyes wide a moment to hear it said so. So plainly. But he seems a rather straightforward sort of person. The kind of person her mother would have liked. The one who wears things plainly. Boldly.
But she schools her face again. Swallowing on anything that might upset him, and nods back, listening. The inhale and exhale as she goes back to keeping the same gentle, caring touch. Back and forth, back and forth. As he pieces it out, with an encouraging murmur. ]
And... it hurts you now, to see him at all? [ A frown. Perhaps... not that... ] Or... that you remember who he was and miss that person?
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But she schools her face again. Swallowing on anything that might upset him, and nods back, listening. The inhale and exhale as she goes back to keeping the same gentle, caring touch. Back and forth, back and forth. As he pieces it out, with an encouraging murmur. ]
And... it hurts you now, to see him at all? [ A frown. Perhaps... not that... ] Or... that you remember who he was and miss that person?