[He remembers what he was like, after all. Her handshake is firm and strong, and he does her the credit of matching it instead of altering his usual grip. She stopped being a child well before she should have, in a harder way than he did, he thinks.
For a moment, after he lets go, he just looks at her, solemn and thoughtful. The smile filters back in before it stretches too long, and he shakes his head as he slides his hands into his pockets.]
Some advice that I know you don't want: when being here starts feeling bleakest, it starts turning around.
[Because you can't distract yourself forever. You can't run forever. You don't always have to grind down your sharp edges, but you have to know they're there. He had to learn how to maneuver with them.]
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[He remembers what he was like, after all. Her handshake is firm and strong, and he does her the credit of matching it instead of altering his usual grip. She stopped being a child well before she should have, in a harder way than he did, he thinks.
For a moment, after he lets go, he just looks at her, solemn and thoughtful. The smile filters back in before it stretches too long, and he shakes his head as he slides his hands into his pockets.]
Some advice that I know you don't want: when being here starts feeling bleakest, it starts turning around.
[Because you can't distract yourself forever. You can't run forever. You don't always have to grind down your sharp edges, but you have to know they're there. He had to learn how to maneuver with them.]