“Please,” he whispered. “Please. I’m trying too. Please don’t give up on me yet.” “What’s my name,” Nicolau choked out from behind his hands. The emotion in his voice hurt. It hurt Tam right in the center of his chest. “Nicolau,” he sniffled. “Your name is Nicolau, and I’m sorry, I’m trying—I swear I’m trying, please.” Nicolau slid out of his chair to the floor and—and fucking wept, great wrenching, racking sobs that terrified Tam down to the roots of his soul, and all he could do was cling around him and try to hold tight enough to keep him from falling apart. He didn’t know what else to do,
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