[ It makes his heart twist a little to see the worry in his face like that, as subtle as it is. Allen hates making people worry. Does everything he can and spins so many white lies so he doesn't make them worry. So why does it feel worse to think about lying to you like that.
He bites his lip, hard, and then just shakes his head. Allen brings his hand up then to cup his cheek very lightly, the delicate brush of his fingers feeling somehow sympathetic. ]
I don't know. [ He really doesn't. There's precious little he or anyone knows for certain of any of it. ]
From what my master said... maybe. But I didn't feel it start to happen until a couple years ago.
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He bites his lip, hard, and then just shakes his head. Allen brings his hand up then to cup his cheek very lightly, the delicate brush of his fingers feeling somehow sympathetic. ]
I don't know. [ He really doesn't. There's precious little he or anyone knows for certain of any of it. ]
From what my master said... maybe. But I didn't feel it start to happen until a couple years ago.