[He rolls aside once she's off of him, curling around his sensitive snail like a shell of his own making.
Softly, he speaks.]
It's what I know. In more honest ways, than being told.
[He'd stake his life on it, based on what's happened, what he's seen and felt.
He doesn't know if he is different. He doesn't know if he wants to be. He swallows thickly and nods, knowing that the swim back won't pile on difficulty. She's seen him at his most awkward, after all.]
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Softly, he speaks.]
It's what I know. In more honest ways, than being told.
[He'd stake his life on it, based on what's happened, what he's seen and felt.
He doesn't know if he is different. He doesn't know if he wants to be. He swallows thickly and nods, knowing that the swim back won't pile on difficulty. She's seen him at his most awkward, after all.]