[He swallows but doesn't resist his head being angled, finally managing to meet her eyes with the similarly-shaded ones he possessed. The feeling of the handkerchief causes tears to start again, but unlike every other time, these tears are silent and soft, something twisted from his heart by a memory long ago forgotten.
He looks down, shame passing across his face as he examines his hands carefully, turning them over in his lap.]
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He looks down, shame passing across his face as he examines his hands carefully, turning them over in his lap.]
...don't want to...