[ Gripping their laced fingers together, he pulls their hands back and into his lap, his other hand moving to cover Dextera’s there. Two hands holding his one, hoping enough is getting through. Think about now. About this. Forget about the rest right now.
It’s harder to say all of this aloud than it should be. ]
I don’t want to make any more. [ not if they’re going to be crosses. Why can’t the sky just be filled with happy things... Why can’t he do a damn thing about this. ]
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[ Gripping their laced fingers together, he pulls their hands back and into his lap, his other hand moving to cover Dextera’s there. Two hands holding his one, hoping enough is getting through. Think about now. About this. Forget about the rest right now.
It’s harder to say all of this aloud than it should be. ]
I don’t want to make any more. [ not if they’re going to be crosses. Why can’t the sky just be filled with happy things... Why can’t he do a damn thing about this. ]