[ much as she would love nothing more than to tell him that it will be fine, that they are up there, she does not possess the same unswerving hope that he does, at least not to the same degree. she hopes they are there, but they may very well not be, and she does not like to make promises that she cannot keep.
but they will look.
for now, she leans her head against his bicep and smiles at the sweet, clumsy little boy ahead of them. ]
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[ much as she would love nothing more than to tell him that it will be fine, that they are up there, she does not possess the same unswerving hope that he does, at least not to the same degree. she hopes they are there, but they may very well not be, and she does not like to make promises that she cannot keep.
but they will look.
for now, she leans her head against his bicep and smiles at the sweet, clumsy little boy ahead of them. ]
I wish I could talk to him.