[it was a stupid question. Obviously. But he'd asked anyway, because she'd asked him, and it felt like the done thing to do--ask in return. He stays still through her silence, and a bit longer afterward, quietly looking at her--watching her. His painfully real heart is withering inside his chest.
Then he reaches up to carefully take her hand on his shoulder between his own, and hold it to his chest]
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Then he reaches up to carefully take her hand on his shoulder between his own, and hold it to his chest]
I'm sorry.