“It’s okay to be scared of things,” I remind him again. He doesn’t respond right away, his gaze moving down to where he’s still holding on to my leg, and then back up. Finally, his jaw clenches and he nods. “It’s what makes us human. What makes us real,” I continue. “Some of us don’t have that luxury.” “Because of who you are?” I press. “Because of who I’m supposed to be.” I soak in his words because that makes sense to me. Sometimes it’s not safe to show your weaknesses because if people think you’re human, then they’ll realize how fallible and fragile you are. I suspect Enzo’s world isn’t so
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Enzo has more humanity than Eric was ever given
