He looks at her a long moment, chewing his lower lip and clearly struggling with something unseen.
He doesn’t run, at least.
“Um,” he finally hedges, “I heard about something.” He glances around, his shoulders dropping— Abby will never forgive him— “that happened. And it’s good, I think it’s good, I’m. I’m happy. For you. Both.”
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Date: 2024-11-23 04:16 am (UTC)He doesn’t run, at least.
“Um,” he finally hedges, “I heard about something.” He glances around, his shoulders dropping— Abby will never forgive him— “that happened. And it’s good, I think it’s good, I’m. I’m happy. For you.
Both.”
Wince.