[ He always needs more time, and then maybe he'll come around. He's never had enough time to get there, because things have always gotten fucked up before that point, so he's never had a lot of hope for things to work out... but maybe this time. That's all he can really tell himself.
He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss her head. There are about ten self-deprecating things that pop into his head at her words, but he shoves them back down and leans in to kiss at her neck instead. ]
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He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss her head. There are about ten self-deprecating things that pop into his head at her words, but he shoves them back down and leans in to kiss at her neck instead. ]
Thanks, Roxy.