[His head droops lower at the offer, the muscle of his arm trembling under her hand. He really doesn't want to go back. He hates being there, not just because of his experiences with hospitals - but because of the four involved, he was the only one there.
It was cruel and unfair and a whole lot of other things.]
I don't...
[He trails off, and even he realizes he sounds like a child.
How does he say that he'd rather sit out moping? Either way, he's ashamed to consider that as a reply to someone helping him, or at least trying to. He just swallows dryly, averting his hollow gaze toward the forest. The rain isn't really letting up, is it? He feels his hair clinging to the frame of his features.]
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It was cruel and unfair and a whole lot of other things.]
I don't...
[He trails off, and even he realizes he sounds like a child.
How does he say that he'd rather sit out moping? Either way, he's ashamed to consider that as a reply to someone helping him, or at least trying to. He just swallows dryly, averting his hollow gaze toward the forest. The rain isn't really letting up, is it? He feels his hair clinging to the frame of his features.]
I -
... I guess.