[ rey's shattering pulls him in; he's never been good with anyone's tears, much less a young woman's. his own shijie could look at him with wet eyes and he would clutch at her hands, the hem of her clothing and beg to know what he could do to take the weight from her shoulders, to gift the light back into her smile and she would -- she would -- take him into her arms, the way he tries to take rey into his. to press her crying face into his shoulder and to hold her. ]
May I show you something?
[ i want to share it with you, his sentiments say. not to force her or to give her some preachy message, not in this state. ]
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May I show you something?
[ i want to share it with you, his sentiments say. not to force her or to give her some preachy message, not in this state. ]