Not much chance of that, but he won't be saying it. And he resolutely doesn't turn around. His resolve feels weak enough, no matter that he knows he's doing the right thing.
'Night.'
He smokes his cigarette, and lies back down, once more with an arm pillowed behind his head. He's listening to her breathing, waiting for her to drop off.
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Not much chance of that, but he won't be saying it. And he resolutely doesn't turn around. His resolve feels weak enough, no matter that he knows he's doing the right thing.
'Night.'
He smokes his cigarette, and lies back down, once more with an arm pillowed behind his head. He's listening to her breathing, waiting for her to drop off.