[ he shouldn't yell, is the thing. the hand on his face remains - fat, hot tears drip through his fingers, down his cheeks. frustration and exhaustion. ]
[he knows, but it doesn't seem too important to say that right now - instead, he looks towards the tears for another moment before shifting to put his arms around him. get hugged idiot!!!!]
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[sincerely!!]
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[ he shouldn't yell, is the thing. the hand on his face remains - fat, hot tears drip through his fingers, down his cheeks. frustration and exhaustion. ]
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She wouldn't blame you, either.