[He fidgeted slightly, a gloved hand coming to rest against his mouth. What could he say? What should he say? Then again this was Death and she was all but family to him. It would be fine to just admit it here with here right?
Right. Even if he'd never put it like that before - at least not consciously. When he speaks it's quiet, shy almost.]
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Right. Even if he'd never put it like that before - at least not consciously. When he speaks it's quiet, shy almost.]
Yes. And it's terrible and wonderful.