[Chris finds himself leaning into the touch, encouraged by it. Crane was right. He was afraid of being forgotten. Of being abandoned. Of having no one care.]
I guess I kind of expect it, you know?
[Chris looked blankly ahead, all the spirit of a half deflated balloon.]
Do you want me to leave?
[He stopped himself before adding 'too', because there was a long, long line of people who had told him they hated him, never wanted to see him again. That he was in the way. And still, he didn't want Crane to remove that hand. That small measure of comfort. For someone to just tell him he didn't suck.]
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I guess I kind of expect it, you know?
[Chris looked blankly ahead, all the spirit of a half deflated balloon.]
Do you want me to leave?
[He stopped himself before adding 'too', because there was a long, long line of people who had told him they hated him, never wanted to see him again. That he was in the way. And still, he didn't want Crane to remove that hand. That small measure of comfort. For someone to just tell him he didn't suck.]