I’m not sure why I’m pushing this. I should have just accepted the out he gave me and moved on, but something about the way he dismissed his own grief, and minimized the impact the loss of his mom had on him, bothers me. His wooden tone, the hollow resolve in his words when he suggested that the length of time had anything to do with the compassion he deserves—like he was repeating someone else’s words instead of his own—none of it sits right with me. “Yeah,” he laughs softly, but the darkness is still there, in his eyes, and it makes my heart hurt for him. “I guess you’re right.” “I am.” I
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