Date: 2025-03-10 11:24 pm (UTC)
singlemilletgrain: (Sorrow)
"There is no rush."

She rises, then, because she does not think he wants her to stare at him uncomfortably while he is experiencing emotional turmoil. Her soundless steps take her to a position behind his seated form as he buries his head in his arms. A gentle squeeze of the shoulder as she passes by.

"Keep the dishware. You may return it whenever is convenient. I will give you some time with your thoughts."

By the door, she pauses and offers this final note.

"...If it is at useful, I do not think anyone has ever regretted having more people to care for - or having more people to care for them."
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