[he reaches out-- not for another puzzle piece, but this time, her hand. he holds onto it loosely, keeping his flingers pressed warmly against her palm. he knows no platitudes will make this feel any better. he can sing about how she's a damn good catch for as long as he wants, but. . . this sort of thing still stings, doesn't it?]
[. . .]
[she moves the conversation along swiftly, and he follows, his smile soft and affectionate]
Did it help? To learn more about the world she kept from you?
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[he reaches out-- not for another puzzle piece, but this time, her hand. he holds onto it loosely, keeping his flingers pressed warmly against her palm. he knows no platitudes will make this feel any better. he can sing about how she's a damn good catch for as long as he wants, but. . . this sort of thing still stings, doesn't it?]
[. . .]
[she moves the conversation along swiftly, and he follows, his smile soft and affectionate]
Did it help? To learn more about the world she kept from you?