A nod. What else can he say? What else can he do? He swallows, and his throat still feels too dry and raw. Even in his mind, he can't have them happy, is that it? It's unfair. It's too goddamn unfair, but since when has anything in his life ever been fair? Miserably, he starts to curl up in on himself again... but takes her hands with him.

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