There's one last wrenching surge of everything -- pain and frustration and longing and a million other things -- before his emotions settle again to a lower simmer. His eyes have closed while he tries to listen to her, and there are still tears, little hitches of breath like he's forgotten how that works, but eventually he reaches up to rub at them. When he opens his eyes again he is looking at her, acknowledging her words at least.
Some of the desperate tension is leaching slowly out of his muscles, moving the urge to act further and further away. He doesn't do anything in the wake of it.]
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[He falls silent.
There's one last wrenching surge of everything -- pain and frustration and longing and a million other things -- before his emotions settle again to a lower simmer. His eyes have closed while he tries to listen to her, and there are still tears, little hitches of breath like he's forgotten how that works, but eventually he reaches up to rub at them. When he opens his eyes again he is looking at her, acknowledging her words at least.
Some of the desperate tension is leaching slowly out of his muscles, moving the urge to act further and further away. He doesn't do anything in the wake of it.]