“ i have a feeling talking about it, will make it worse .. just , sit with me. ”
darkened knuckles grab onto the hand that traced his, squeezing firmly, in a comfortable manner. head slouching even lower.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀“ wanna tell me about it ?” they ask , hand pricking forward — fingers just barely ghosting steve’s .
“ you know , i’m a great listener .”
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“ what am i not thinking .. ”
a sigh, interrupted by the heavy weight of his friends eyes he naturally felt glued onto him. glancing upward, eye contact not held very long.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ pale eyes narrow , the sergeant scooting closer as their arms settle on the table . they lean down a little , trying to force steve’s eyes .
“ what are you thinking ?”
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