Finally, when she offered reassurance, he nodded and looked up.
“I’ll try,” he promised, but didn’t seem to have so much faith in himself--or maybe it was just because he’d already accepted that future visits might yield the same results.
He was scared. He didn’t want to see people hurt. Didn’t want to feel hurt. Didn’t want to be part of something he couldn't do anything about. Something he was going to be forced to live through but not be able to do anything to change.
“I can be ready. I can pack some gloves and things, just. Warm.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment. “But--yeah, text me when you’re free. I don’t have plans. I don’t want to go alone,” he said, and even if he didn’t want to go with company, if she thought it was a good idea…
He trusted her. And, maybe she was right about all of this.
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