[He's trembling. Small arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, holding him in place. He doesn't recoil.
It's okay... it's not, it's really not, but it has to be. It has to be okay.
He closes his eyes. Deep breaths. Inhale, exhale...
slow, slowly... his strength is wilting, but he's back in control. Today is not the day Edward Grenore bawls his eyes out.
still fighting with his exhaustion, he manages to raise a hand up to her shoulder. There's a hesitant pause before he gives her arm a soft tap: a simple gesture to let her know he's there.]
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It's okay... it's not, it's really not, but it has to be. It has to be okay.
He closes his eyes. Deep breaths. Inhale, exhale...
slow, slowly... his strength is wilting, but he's back in control. Today is not the day Edward Grenore bawls his eyes out.
still fighting with his exhaustion, he manages to raise a hand up to her shoulder. There's a hesitant pause before he gives her arm a soft tap: a simple gesture to let her know he's there.]