[ . . . yves frowns then and lets himself sit closer to taair, shoulders touching. he brings up the same thing that taair asked him when adolphe died: ]
Who is she to you? I'd like to know, if that's alright...
If only to help shoulder some of your weight.
[ yves can't take it away. he wouldn't, even if he could, because the pain that comes with caring for someone is so personal. so important.
but maybe he can at least do a little bit of this ]
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Who is she to you? I'd like to know, if that's alright...
If only to help shoulder some of your weight.
[ yves can't take it away. he wouldn't, even if he could, because the pain that comes with caring for someone is so personal. so important.
but maybe he can at least do a little bit of this ]