[ A nod. His face-stroking narrows to, specifically, the place where the bridge of By's nose meets his forehead. ]
Do you love her?
[ —feels like a cruel question, almost, given his misery. But it's perfectly possible to feel abandoned and disposable and shamed by someone without loving them. ]
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Do you love her?
[ —feels like a cruel question, almost, given his misery. But it's perfectly possible to feel abandoned and disposable and shamed by someone without loving them. ]