[ he finds himself at a loss as to how to answer-- it's... not a response he expects. tension coagulates in his shoulders, and a silence passes before he speaks up. seeing him would be nice, even if his mind veering towards isolation, but-- ]
I know. But it's just-- how do you stop thinkin' about it?
no subject
I know. But it's just-- how do you stop thinkin' about it?
[ a surprisingly honest admission. ]
How do you move on?
[ this isn't just about the gnosia, is it? ]