[The tears don't last for long. They spill out like a shameful and secret overflow of something that can't be expressed, and they fade just as quickly. Andrew doesn't turn them off; her expression doesn't change. It's just like she cried all that could possibly be allowed; it's like her own feelings realized they didn't know how to define themselves and evaporated. She couldn't even say why she was crying.
She might never see Herta again because of this mistake, so how dare she think she have any room in her heart for anyone else?
Despite that... despite that, it isn't the only reason she's in pain.]
And holding my hand...like we were just children playing pretend...that's all you'd ask of me?
[ What else could they ask? This is-- far more than enough (seconds counted, then lost count out, it doesn't matter if this is going to be the first and last time anyway,) and Siffrin really is happy. Happy that she came, that she spoke, that she explained and reached back...
... Really, really happy, that...
(That you were able to reach out first, too, that you were able to ask; it's not easy with your family members, it's embarrassing beyond belief even when it isn't them, but under the guise of comfort...
...
Is that alright, too? Using such an excuse.) ]
Everyone... deserves to be touched, Andrew. [ (even people like you.) ] It's awfully lonely when you don't let yourself be, or no one wants to. That's why children are so clingy.
[ Or why they want to be, anyway. Siffrin remembers the parents of those he'd stayed with chiding them, and he'd never understood why; he knows now it's the reason his family members avoid it too, the odd jump like he's surprised every time someone reaches out. ]
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She might never see Herta again because of this mistake, so how dare she think she have any room in her heart for anyone else?
Despite that... despite that, it isn't the only reason she's in pain.]
And holding my hand...like we were just children playing pretend...that's all you'd ask of me?
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[ What else could they ask? This is-- far more than enough (seconds counted, then lost count out, it doesn't matter if this is going to be the first and last time anyway,) and Siffrin really is happy. Happy that she came, that she spoke, that she explained and reached back...
... Really, really happy, that...
(That you were able to reach out first, too, that you were able to ask; it's not easy with your family members, it's embarrassing beyond belief even when it isn't them, but under the guise of comfort...
...
Is that alright, too? Using such an excuse.) ]
Everyone... deserves to be touched, Andrew. [ (even people like you.) ] It's awfully lonely when you don't let yourself be, or no one wants to. That's why children are so clingy.
[ Or why they want to be, anyway. Siffrin remembers the parents of those he'd stayed with chiding them, and he'd never understood why; he knows now it's the reason his family members avoid it too, the odd jump like he's surprised every time someone reaches out. ]