[He huffs, something between a bitter laugh and a weary sigh, stilling as her hand curls against his face. Touch helps but only just, smoothing the jagged edges where he's torn pieces of himself out to bandage other people's wounds.]
Yeah, I know, but- [But.] But you can't say this isn't a recurring theme with the crap I find.
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Yeah, I know, but- [But.] But you can't say this isn't a recurring theme with the crap I find.