[He remains still for a little bit longer, clinging to her hands like a lifeline, letting them fall limp in his lap when the tugs free to hold him. It takes some urging, but eventually his lifts his eyes to focus on her, albeit reluctantly. They're damp, though the tears haven't fallen yet. He hasn't cried in a long time, so he's fighting it.
He doesn't trust his voice to speak, so he just watches her, waiting uncertainly.]
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He doesn't trust his voice to speak, so he just watches her, waiting uncertainly.]