[The motions through his hair comfort something broken within him. The question worsens the cracks. He pales, blue-green eyes tearing away from the girl before him.]
I don't know, but I think--
[His voice cracks at the last word, and he coughs into his fist.]
no subject
I don't know, but I think--
[His voice cracks at the last word, and he coughs into his fist.]
I might be becoming too dependent on you.