[He practically goes limp in her arms, eyes closed and he just breathes. Eventually, he brings his hands up to lightly go on her waist. He's been so neutral, so absent-minded and almost not there except for the occasional sentence he says, on the rare occasion, multiple sentences. He never once talks about himself.
His eyes squeezing shut and the weak grasp on her the back of her dress is different.]
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His eyes squeezing shut and the weak grasp on her the back of her dress is different.]