[He blinks down at her as she cups his face and tries to teach him this lesson of love, and there's a sting there, a mild and building burn that leaves his one visible eye somewhat red-rimmed and - vaguely - glistening. He wants to tell her that he loves her too, but that he thinks her love is misplaced, that after everything he's done, he's frankly, irrefutably, undeserving of it.
But he also feels sure that what she says it true, that she's likely to go on loving him regardless. And so he bites it back and holds it down, says nothing of it.]
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But he also feels sure that what she says it true, that she's likely to go on loving him regardless. And so he bites it back and holds it down, says nothing of it.]
I think I'd like that drink, now.