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β β oh, really ? . . . thats β ah , very kind of you to say , will . β
β oh, how ridiculous he felt. not once in his life had a man make him stumble on his words.
β he laughs softly out of embarrassment before going back to eating his food as a form of distraction.
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β a compliment in this era for henry was quite rare. he felt trashy, he lived trashily, and he honestly looked a bit trashy. however, william never failed to make him smile.
β his face heats up ever so slightly, enough for henry to somehow not notice.
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he meets henrys smile with one of his own, one far too soft considering his thoughts. how he hates henry. how he adores him. ]
a smile looks good on you, hen. I feel like I seldom see it these days.
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β henry loses his train of thought for a second before clocking back into the moment, looking up at william with a soft, sad smile.
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β β i agree .. i would love that . β
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β a body visible in where charlieβs seat fills henry with a memory of guilt. he wasnβt able to save her, and although it wasnβt him that killed her, the guilt of her daughter dying to god-knows-what due to his negligence fills him with an immense sense of dread.
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β β god , iβve been stressed for as long as i can remember . β
β he takes another swing of his bottle, roughly placing it down and placing two fingers on the bridge of his nose, grumbling.
β β iβ β¦ i think i just need a break β¦ β
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β however, heβd be a liar if he said he didnβt catch himself sneaking a glance or two at the other when he would be working.
β β come, sit ! ββ
β he makes his way to the kitchen table, placing down his bowl and his spoon as he begins to eat his cereal.
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β β hmm .. alright then . β
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β heβs subtly aware of williamβs stares and gazes, yet he thinks nothing of them. to him, itβs just something so reoccurring in his life to where he has become accustomed to it.
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no, no. don't you get about me. I ate earlier.
[ a bold faced lie, but regardless, he's content to simply watch henry. he always is. his every move is memorising, even doing something as mundane as pouring himself some cereal. william loves it as much as he loathes it. ]