[His mouth twitches, and for a moment he keeps his distance. Memory is ingrained on his skin, and though he knows eventually it will fade for all of them, he's trying to give space to those that deserve it.
So it's sort of comforting, that she doesn't want it. He takes a seat on the couch beside her.]
Spam;
So it's sort of comforting, that she doesn't want it. He takes a seat on the couch beside her.]
Is that a promise?