[It feels like failure sinking into every part of him. The potential for a connection, or just a conversation, having flown out the window because he's said the wrong thing. He can't say the right thing; he can't twist his insides and display them for Hank to see, that wrong part of him. He has to understand -- he can't.
He's reached a point where he doesn't know how to proceed. An impasse.]
...I don't wish to leave, but I will if you want me to. If you promise to rest.
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He's reached a point where he doesn't know how to proceed. An impasse.]
...I don't wish to leave, but I will if you want me to. If you promise to rest.