[ She says it sadly. Her thumb smears the tears away from his cheek. It's an effort to wipe them away, to soothe him, but the truth is that the tears don't go away. They just rub in. That's the way of these things. ]
You can still come home.
[ Some part of her had hoped they might make it through this without her having to offer it, that he would know why she was here. That he would let it sink in over time that she had come here, offered this to him implicitly again, but—
He won't.
He's still so far away. He's here, in her arms, and still so far away. ]
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[ She says it sadly. Her thumb smears the tears away from his cheek. It's an effort to wipe them away, to soothe him, but the truth is that the tears don't go away. They just rub in. That's the way of these things. ]
You can still come home.
[ Some part of her had hoped they might make it through this without her having to offer it, that he would know why she was here. That he would let it sink in over time that she had come here, offered this to him implicitly again, but—
He won't.
He's still so far away. He's here, in her arms, and still so far away. ]
Please, Ben.