didn’t know what to do with them,” he cried, and his voice was that of an anxious boy. Her heart warmed towards him for the first time. “They were covered with blood. There! I’m glad I’ve told you; and all the time we were making conversation I was wondering what to do with them.”
Aw :/ Feeling compassion for a man who summons the courage to be vulnerable (to admit-- "I'm scared") Too real.
