[ He didn't know what he wanted. Sympathy, or to just - never talk about it again. The ring was heavy in his breast pocket, and he did not reach for it.
Amos speaks again and Alex looks almost surprised, because he wanted Amos to trust him - always had - but had assumed that he didn't. Something sharp twisted in his chest.
He reached out, fingertips of his good hand coming to rest lightly on Amos's arm. ]
I'll do better. [ Murmured and low. ] At keepin' it.
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Amos speaks again and Alex looks almost surprised, because he wanted Amos to trust him - always had - but had assumed that he didn't. Something sharp twisted in his chest.
He reached out, fingertips of his good hand coming to rest lightly on Amos's arm. ]
I'll do better. [ Murmured and low. ] At keepin' it.