[ It's the lack of empty words that allows the ones she does say to retain their power. He knows it will be okay eventually. He doesn't have to grow anything back, he hasn't hurt anyone in a way they'll resent or hate him for. He doesn't think, anyway.
It's just that this game Hell chose to play with him this particular time, has hit him in his deepest insecurities. ]
Mmm.
[ It's a tired, sad, yet agreeable sound, and when she kisses his hair he makes no move to shift off of her. If he didn't know how much his back would complain he'd sleep just like this, but with that in mind, he shifts so his head falls into her lap and lets his eyes slip closed. ]
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It's just that this game Hell chose to play with him this particular time, has hit him in his deepest insecurities. ]
Mmm.
[ It's a tired, sad, yet agreeable sound, and when she kisses his hair he makes no move to shift off of her. If he didn't know how much his back would complain he'd sleep just like this, but with that in mind, he shifts so his head falls into her lap and lets his eyes slip closed. ]
That an invitation?