[ That hand reaches out, but it stops, it hovers, and their breath holds. As if they're waiting for something. Anything.
Their own hand grips at the fabric of their poncho, trying to remember to breathe, take a deep breath in and-- ]
I'm fine. [ Quick to reassure, deep breath out. And they flinch at that question. Again. It's happening again. ]
I--It's not that, it's - [ It isn't so hard to say. They've said it before, haven't they? They stare at the ground, breathing in again and their words emit quietly. ] It's just that, I'm not.. used to it, is all.
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Their own hand grips at the fabric of their poncho, trying to remember to breathe, take a deep breath in and-- ]
I'm fine. [ Quick to reassure, deep breath out. And they flinch at that question. Again. It's happening again. ]
I--It's not that, it's - [ It isn't so hard to say. They've said it before, haven't they? They stare at the ground, breathing in again and their words emit quietly. ] It's just that, I'm not.. used to it, is all.