[His isn't snowflakes or sparkles or explosions. Embarrassment creeps up his neck, but his face is purposefully steely in an attempt not to give it away.
But between them, a dry and hot breeze zips by, mixed with the faint rumble of the ground beneath their feet. A jittery tremor that doesn't rise or ebb, just continues like a tickle.]
Yeah. I think... [He doesn't finish. His eyes stare off to the side like he's considering--what he wants to say, or maybe if he wants to do what he plans at all. Even after everything, he still sometimes second-guesses himself.] I don't know yet.
I wanted to talk to you first. I understand if you don't want to be involved.
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[His isn't snowflakes or sparkles or explosions. Embarrassment creeps up his neck, but his face is purposefully steely in an attempt not to give it away.
But between them, a dry and hot breeze zips by, mixed with the faint rumble of the ground beneath their feet. A jittery tremor that doesn't rise or ebb, just continues like a tickle.]
Yeah. I think... [He doesn't finish. His eyes stare off to the side like he's considering--what he wants to say, or maybe if he wants to do what he plans at all. Even after everything, he still sometimes second-guesses himself.] I don't know yet.
I wanted to talk to you first. I understand if you don't want to be involved.