He'd appreciate her holding back, were he in his right mind. Because oh boy, does he know it's never really over. Deerington and Trench alike were so very good at finding those old wounds and ripping them open again, bearing them to the world. Usually pouring salt in for good measure.
"...Yeah, it would, but we don't get nice things, huh?"
That's a bitter little laugh from him if ever there was one.
"Hah I...I guess so?" it sounds like a small mercy, but it is one and that's what matters. "I- I'm not sure how long I would have kept it together if I hadn't run into you, though."
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"...Yeah, it would, but we don't get nice things, huh?"
That's a bitter little laugh from him if ever there was one.
"Hah I...I guess so?" it sounds like a small mercy, but it is one and that's what matters. "I- I'm not sure how long I would have kept it together if I hadn't run into you, though."