He should say something. He just -- can't think of what. Words still feel a bit too distant to grasp properly, and the old worry, that he'll say the wrong thing and destroy the peace they've cultivated, keeps him from reaching too far to begin with.
He closes his eyes.
Eventually, as the noise outside their tent dips to a subaudible hum, he even dozes off.
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He should say something. He just -- can't think of what. Words still feel a bit too distant to grasp properly, and the old worry, that he'll say the wrong thing and destroy the peace they've cultivated, keeps him from reaching too far to begin with.
He closes his eyes.
Eventually, as the noise outside their tent dips to a subaudible hum, he even dozes off.