[It was possible he was looking for a way to ease his grief and loneliness. It had been with him for so long that the weight and burden had become normal for him, a habit that he kept and forgot to break. So many of his friends and family were carrying painful pasts of their own that it was normal to live as he did. Nobody told him otherwise, though he wasn't sure if he would have listened.
It was likely it would take the right sort of person. Someone with their own determination and stubbornness to get through his own, but with a gentleness that he hadn't come across before and likely never existed in his world. Tink was rare in his experience and he didn't know how to respond to her aside from turning towards that kindness, like a drowning man towards the shore.
He doesn't step or pull back, instead curling his hand around hers. He stares back at her, afraid to accept her softness, uncertain it could thrive against his darkness.]
I don't think it's that simple.
[He wasn't even certain it was wise, as much as he missed that connection.]
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It was likely it would take the right sort of person. Someone with their own determination and stubbornness to get through his own, but with a gentleness that he hadn't come across before and likely never existed in his world. Tink was rare in his experience and he didn't know how to respond to her aside from turning towards that kindness, like a drowning man towards the shore.
He doesn't step or pull back, instead curling his hand around hers. He stares back at her, afraid to accept her softness, uncertain it could thrive against his darkness.]
I don't think it's that simple.
[He wasn't even certain it was wise, as much as he missed that connection.]