[He can't pretend to find comfort in Rhy's hand enclosing his knuckles. The familiarity of it aches in this new context. Mostly, he feels numb. Like he's gotten a tooth yanked out, and his tongue is surprised by the hole that didn't used to be there — only, the hole is in his chest instead of his mouth.
Wilhelm looks from Rhy to the rose bushes blooming around them. Tears sit in his eyes, and he blinks to keep them from falling. How fucking humiliating, getting rejected preemptively.]
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Wilhelm looks from Rhy to the rose bushes blooming around them. Tears sit in his eyes, and he blinks to keep them from falling. How fucking humiliating, getting rejected preemptively.]
What do you want to do, then?
[About them.]