There's no shock. There's no revulsion. There's just Jacob, who turns his head a little to see him better over his shoulder. "Fuck." He says it in a whisper, feeling an ache in his chest. "I'm sorry. No wonder you've been all fucked up. That's - cruel. That you have to carry it when you - you're not like that."
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Date: 2025-02-09 08:08 pm (UTC)