[This is where usually there'd be a lot more affection and a lot more physical contact. But there isn't. He's holding himself back. Purposefully. His mental presence nothing more than the swirl of stars he pulls up to keep everyone else out.]
[Hands shoved in his pockets.]
I'm sorry. [The stars part, briefly, like curtains made of nebulae, enough to show the honesty of the words.] I know that's not going to fix anything, but I needed to say it.
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[This is where usually there'd be a lot more affection and a lot more physical contact. But there isn't. He's holding himself back. Purposefully. His mental presence nothing more than the swirl of stars he pulls up to keep everyone else out.]
[Hands shoved in his pockets.]
I'm sorry. [The stars part, briefly, like curtains made of nebulae, enough to show the honesty of the words.] I know that's not going to fix anything, but I needed to say it.