He swallows down the tears. “I think you should catch a flight and meet up with the hockey team on the road. Stevie can take care of me.” “No.” “Indy, please,” he begs, refusing to make eye contact. “I don’t want you to see me like this.” “Like what?” I gently grasp his chin, making him meet my eyes. Tears well at the base of his lashes, but they don’t drop. “Like what?” I press. “Human?” “I’m not allowed to be human.” Those tears fall, but I quickly wipe them away with my thumbs before he freaks himself out too much when he feels them on his cheeks. “I’m not allowed to mess up. I’m not
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