[He's quiet for a moment, watching her discomfort and feeling quite bad himself. He doesn't like seeing it. Doesn't like FEELING it, feeling actual things coming out of his bones. There's a pause there, before his hand comes up again to absently tap the things beneath his eyes, very small taps because he knows that he can feel them far into the skin if he accidentally touches one of them too hard, bends them just slightly.]
These things do. Sometimes.
[Most of the time. Or well, not so much hurt as ... throb. Distantly. Like something sore, like a bruise.]
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These things do. Sometimes.
[Most of the time. Or well, not so much hurt as ... throb. Distantly. Like something sore, like a bruise.]