[There's something like a nod at that, his cheek still set at a lean against the dark crown of her hair, too high for her to monitor his expression. But there's something like a nod, and his chest expands with a breath drawn in only to facilitate a sigh.
And at last, for all he's tried to unravel her for her own sake and his, a point of empathy.
☏ courtesies that i disguise in me
And at last, for all he's tried to unravel her for her own sake and his, a point of empathy.
Something he won't argue with.]
Neither do I.