[those are words too painfully familiar to even think to try and gloss over with condolences.
he knows this bitter weariness; he's in it.
his head droops and leans, resting against the hand still set on Nate's shoulder, eyes closing. it's a weakening of guard he rarely gives up, but this is somebody he trusts, considers much like himself.]
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he knows this bitter weariness; he's in it.
his head droops and leans, resting against the hand still set on Nate's shoulder, eyes closing. it's a weakening of guard he rarely gives up, but this is somebody he trusts, considers much like himself.]
I know.