[ bixing's quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands, at his arms, knowing the slight sting of the scratch mark on the inside of his left like a reminder.
he says, soft: ]
...It did. [ break him. he doesn't know how much date saw, really. in a tunnel of his own grief, he'd just... ] ...and it does. [ deserve a thank you. ]
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he says, soft: ]
...It did. [ break him. he doesn't know how much date saw, really. in a tunnel of his own grief, he'd just... ] ...and it does. [ deserve a thank you. ]