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He paused, coming over to her again. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
He shook his head slowly, frowning. “I know where I was supposed to meet him now. I’d like to have as few people as possible know about this”
He nodded, straightening up. “Good. Should I go now? Or... I don’t know. I feel like I could do it now. If I give myself longer, I won’t want to...
"I do," he said adamantly. "I do want you." He paused before frowning, looking down at her. "You get what I mean, right? I don't need to explain...
He laughed lightly, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Would you..." He hesitated, frowning for a moment. "Would you come with me? I'm sorry, I...
He sighed, looking down at her for a moment before reaching up to brush her hair back gently. "I'm really glad you're here."
He sighed, looking down at her, his bright eyes unusually dark. His gaze was one of a drowning man looking at a buoy in a storm. "But he's my...
"I don't know what's best," he said agitatedly, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "I don't know, Rory. I don't know if he'd even...
He started pacing, slipping his hands in his pockets as he walked, his brows furrowed uncertainly. "I don't really know what he could say that I...
He shrugged it off, shaking his head distractedly. “No, no. I’m not telling you this because I need you to empathize. What I can’t figure out is...
He looked down at her, his expression sadder than she would have ever seen it. “We... we were attacked,” he said heavily. “I was 9. Ellis was 8....
He seemed unable to look at her. “Yes. Alive. I don’t see how that’s possible, but it was him. Now I have to deal with this... this person.”
He was silent for a long moment. “I saw my dad, Rory,” he said after a moment. “I saw my dad. He died more than ten years ago, and now he’s here....
He shook his head, resting his head on top of hers. “No, you know, it’s really not. I don’t know what’s happening.”
He exhaled almost in relief, slipping his arms around her waist. “I don’t know what to do, Rory.”
He hesitated, watching her, exhaustion and stress and worry evident on his face.
He looked at her in utter confusion. "A hug?"
He was clearly stressed, something like panic fueling his movements. “What?” he asked after a moment, looking up at her.
He set about cleaning the office, his brows furrowed with irritation and worry. He began to straighten papers and pens, cleaning off surfaces,...
He looked down at her and was silent for a moment before sighing, opening the door a little wider for her and heading back into the room.
