[she doesn't even need to ask!! but. . . his features do soften when she does]
I'll stay for even longer, if you want.
[deep down, he wishes he could help with more than just. . . this. give her something other than a shoulder to lean on, or someone with whom to share a quiet moment coated with cigarette smoke. but her world is so. . . incredibly foreign to him, that. . . this has to be enough]
[. . .]
[the hand on her shoulder lingers for a few more short seconds before he draws it back. his gaze flickers back towards his own envelope, sitting alone on the table, now that the others have been collected. a tiny sigh. . . and he reaches out to scoop it up, tucked between his knuckles before he holds it out for her to take]
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I'll stay for even longer, if you want.
[deep down, he wishes he could help with more than just. . . this. give her something other than a shoulder to lean on, or someone with whom to share a quiet moment coated with cigarette smoke. but her world is so. . . incredibly foreign to him, that. . . this has to be enough]
[. . .]
[the hand on her shoulder lingers for a few more short seconds before he draws it back. his gaze flickers back towards his own envelope, sitting alone on the table, now that the others have been collected. a tiny sigh. . . and he reaches out to scoop it up, tucked between his knuckles before he holds it out for her to take]
[One of you killed your father. Or did you?]