(It's quieter now, away from the elements and tucked away in a sheltered place. Still, he feels like his ears are ringing and his head spins from everything. There's a pressure behind his eyes and he can only assume it's the tension and stress from whatever he's feeling now that has him reeling.
He keeps his eyes closed and his brows knit together at his touch. Even if he means to be reassuring... he frowns. Instead, he raises his own hand over his head, covering his face with his sleeve.)
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He keeps his eyes closed and his brows knit together at his touch. Even if he means to be reassuring... he frowns. Instead, he raises his own hand over his head, covering his face with his sleeve.)
I won't.
(He can't. He doesn't deserve it.)