I wasn’t paying attention to my own expression, but something in it made him grow somber. His hand dropped to his side and he stood very still, his eyes intent on my face. The silence lengthened. His features were immobile as stone. “What is it?” I whispered, touching his frozen face. His face softened under my hand, and he sighed. “I keep waiting for it to happen.” “For what to happen?” “I know that at some point, something I tell you or something you see is going to be too much. And then you’ll run away from me, screaming as you go.” He smiled half a smile, but his eyes were serious. “I
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