[The smile makes him nervous; it is bright, beautiful, and somehow he feels fragile looking directly at her while she's looking at him like that. But he doesn't flinch away and he doesn't pull the shields back up; he swallows and with the blown-glass bravery he calls his, transparent and brittle but seamless, nods.
He feels slightly nauseous with it, with this feeling of freefall, of tumbling out into open air and not knowing why he took the step off the edge. Of not knowing where he'll land or if he'll survive the fall. But it's too late and now he grasps for what understanding he can, the bare bones - or perhaps the twisted remains - of the sharp-eyed, insatiable curiosity he will have - or once had - when she knows him.
He doesn't know what friends are, what they do for each other. He doesn't know what he did. He wants to, before he crashes to the earth again.]
Will you tell me a story? Will you help me understand who we are to each other, how this can happen?
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He feels slightly nauseous with it, with this feeling of freefall, of tumbling out into open air and not knowing why he took the step off the edge. Of not knowing where he'll land or if he'll survive the fall. But it's too late and now he grasps for what understanding he can, the bare bones - or perhaps the twisted remains - of the sharp-eyed, insatiable curiosity he will have - or once had - when she knows him.
He doesn't know what friends are, what they do for each other. He doesn't know what he did. He wants to, before he crashes to the earth again.]
Will you tell me a story? Will you help me understand who we are to each other, how this can happen?