⟪ the pressure she applies is even, then, but not deep enough to cause pain – just enough to soothe muscles beneath, in as far as she can, as she listens him talk with some passion, but almost some kind of personal impassiveness about his injury. that, she thinks, is almost typical for him – he thinks of an 'us', the men he fought side by side with, who were all faced with the same weaponry, the boys, she guesses, who didn't outlive them. he speaks of the gun that did it, rather than the life it had almost cost him. she wonders if that's his way of self-defence.
she lowers her head – he can feel her curls against his back before she pulls herself together. ⟫
Sorry 'bout that, I just. ⟪ her hands remain steady, uninterrupted. ⟫ It doesn't look survivable. And it's hard to think about that.
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she lowers her head – he can feel her curls against his back before she pulls herself together. ⟫
Sorry 'bout that, I just. ⟪ her hands remain steady, uninterrupted. ⟫ It doesn't look survivable. And it's hard to think about that.