He couldn't help but smile as he said it. Pity was one thing. Pity was cold and cramped like a closet, wet and dirty like a snow-covered highway. Worry was nice, and it felt nice on his lips as he acknowledged it. There were so few people in this place that could make him smile, but oh, R never failed him. Not once.
"I'll take breaks," he said, giving a small wink. "If you think it's best."
He approached the off-balance boy. He rubbed the excess energy out of his knuckles.
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He couldn't help but smile as he said it. Pity was one thing. Pity was cold and cramped like a closet, wet and dirty like a snow-covered highway. Worry was nice, and it felt nice on his lips as he acknowledged it. There were so few people in this place that could make him smile, but oh, R never failed him. Not once.
"I'll take breaks," he said, giving a small wink. "If you think it's best."
He approached the off-balance boy. He rubbed the excess energy out of his knuckles.
"Do you still get tired? In your current state."