[ her presence comes with its own warmth, though he has no intention of saying so. there's been a fragility to her here, one he thinks he understands in some ways, if not in others, but he doesn't know if she'd welcome the comparison. he doesn't want to intrude on something so personal without her permission (at least not yet), but he's glad to allow her to do the same. his experience of the real world so far would've been very different without her. ]
Isn't it always?
[ he gives her a vague smile even as he glances away from her again, back around toward the surface stretching away from them on all sides, the two of them forming some sort of unintentional center. he lifts a bony shoulder slightly as though to indicate it, without removing his fist from his knee. ]
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Isn't it always?
[ he gives her a vague smile even as he glances away from her again, back around toward the surface stretching away from them on all sides, the two of them forming some sort of unintentional center. he lifts a bony shoulder slightly as though to indicate it, without removing his fist from his knee. ]
You know I like to know what I'm fighting.