[ another exhale, heavier than the last, and he runs his hand over his face. they both know the answer to the question, but saying it? admitting it openly? something about that feels like pulling teeth. perhaps it is the habit he has carried from his last life to now, burying his own feelings deep in favour of ensuring the happiness of others. ]
...Yes. [ it is a quiet admittance, half muffled behind folded hands. ] I have cared for him for longer than I can truly remember. Not only him.
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...Yes. [ it is a quiet admittance, half muffled behind folded hands. ] I have cared for him for longer than I can truly remember. Not only him.