[Oh it hurts. Like a flood after starvation, he can't quite take it in; too much is the flutter of his heart and the stutter in his breathless lungs— and yet he circles back to read those lines again and again and again. Relieved to have the freedom of another segue (and if it was for sympathy that they move on, he doesn't care); it gives him space to pace the borders of their conversation.
To frame that message with an outstretched thumb and keep it in his eyeline.]
I've only you to take, so in that sense: I'd like to think I am.
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To frame that message with an outstretched thumb and keep it in his eyeline.]
I've only you to take, so in that sense: I'd like to think I am.
Will I?
Oh go on, then. Don't be shy— tell me everything.