[ If he knew about the conversations Maximus and Claire had out of his earshot in the first few weeks, he would be more resistant. It makes sense, particularly to that very iron born part of his mind, and that sore part of his heart that tells him to constantly refuse help. After all, why should the coddling suddenly begin after he’s been through so much and lived so much of his life without it?
He never heard their conversations, though, and his head is whirling enough as it is, so he doesn’t refuse Claire’s hug. He leans into it, even. At least it’s some form of stability, and given by someone who cares. ]
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He never heard their conversations, though, and his head is whirling enough as it is, so he doesn’t refuse Claire’s hug. He leans into it, even. At least it’s some form of stability, and given by someone who cares. ]
I’m sorry.
[ Why? Who knows anymore. ]