[He's not crying. For her sake, he'll wait for that (it'll happen, though, alone in his room where no one can see. He'll cry and scream and rage at how unfair it is, how she's so young, they were both so young and it was just a mistake, all where no one can see him because men don't grieve in hysterics, like the ones that want so badly to come out now).
But he's pale and his hands are clenched tight into fists to keep them from shaking, and all he can think about is one more door.]
I-is there anything you want me to do? To...return for you?
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But he's pale and his hands are clenched tight into fists to keep them from shaking, and all he can think about is one more door.]
I-is there anything you want me to do? To...return for you?