[ His eyes flicker shut– he leans, just slightly, into that touch. But he can't respond. As much as he wants to, as much as some part of him wants to tell her that he's sorry.
Apologies don't bring back the dead, or unmake the past. He knows this. He sucks in a shaky lungful of air, conflict rattling in his chest. ]
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Apologies don't bring back the dead, or unmake the past. He knows this. He sucks in a shaky lungful of air, conflict rattling in his chest. ]