Was it always this simple? If he weren't so presently preoccupied, he might remember he's missed this. Their small exchanges. Though he's the quietest between the two. When he'd expected much worse. Avoiding his feelings out of habit, for nothing now, leaving to drift away needlessly. A handful of words still his tether. ...As always. He'll spend months more repairing things, though it's little compared to the time he's wasted, but what's to say now? Nothing's sincere more than actions, and he's a lot left to prove yet. Still fumbling and distanced; he's managed forever this way, repeating his same useless errors. Isn't it time he's grown out of this? His firsts seemed enough before, and it's with wordless resolve he's fighting the urge to draw inwards. Inching back, slowly.
He leaves his eyes shut a moment. Letting the breath out.
Sheep on his belly. His voice is soft, again—tired-sounding.
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[Why had he waited...?
Was it always this simple? If he weren't so presently preoccupied, he might remember he's missed this. Their small exchanges. Though he's the quietest between the two. When he'd expected much worse. Avoiding his feelings out of habit, for nothing now, leaving to drift away needlessly. A handful of words still his tether. ...As always. He'll spend months more repairing things, though it's little compared to the time he's wasted, but what's to say now? Nothing's sincere more than actions, and he's a lot left to prove yet. Still fumbling and distanced; he's managed forever this way, repeating his same useless errors. Isn't it time he's grown out of this? His firsts seemed enough before, and it's with wordless resolve he's fighting the urge to draw inwards. Inching back, slowly.
He leaves his eyes shut a moment. Letting the breath out.
Sheep on his belly. His voice is soft, again—tired-sounding.
He'd be the one to change now.]
Let's go, then.