[ Twice in his life, he's spoken about it with someone. Someone who isn't there anymore, and it aches just as fresh as a knife in his heart. His chest aches, nothing to do with his injuries, throat raw, and he thinks he could cry if he had anything left in him for it.
He focuses, instead, on Frank's hand holding onto his own. It doesn't ease the pain in his chest, or the way his eyes start to burn, but don't water. His eyebrows raise, throat clearing softly as he starts to speak again. ]
So I've been told. [ He can hear her voice in his head, and he tries to block it out. There are sexy places to hide. He tries for the barest of smiles, but it barely turns up the corner of his mouth. ] Have to take your word for it.
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He focuses, instead, on Frank's hand holding onto his own. It doesn't ease the pain in his chest, or the way his eyes start to burn, but don't water. His eyebrows raise, throat clearing softly as he starts to speak again. ]
So I've been told. [ He can hear her voice in his head, and he tries to block it out. There are sexy places to hide. He tries for the barest of smiles, but it barely turns up the corner of his mouth. ] Have to take your word for it.