[ It's not something he makes a habit of. It's too often been the case that if something is troubling him, he seeks prayer, or solitude, bottles up the feeling and sets it aside in lieu of what needs to be done.
And to an extent he's done that. He's set aside what he feels on the matter to see to those hurt the most. But that grief and hurt and shame is different when it's personal, when it's hurting the people close to you. It's different when there is effectively nothing he could do.
No. That's not right either. He could do a great many things. None of them would be particularly helpful, and a few of them are vicious enough to cause the old ache in his limbs to resurface until he'd pushed the thoughts away.
He looks worn thin by the time he arrives in the lobby. He hasn't slept, the shadows under his eyes speak to that. Even so, something brightens in his eyes when he sees her standing there, grateful despite everything. ]
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And to an extent he's done that. He's set aside what he feels on the matter to see to those hurt the most. But that grief and hurt and shame is different when it's personal, when it's hurting the people close to you. It's different when there is effectively nothing he could do.
No. That's not right either. He could do a great many things. None of them would be particularly helpful, and a few of them are vicious enough to cause the old ache in his limbs to resurface until he'd pushed the thoughts away.
He looks worn thin by the time he arrives in the lobby. He hasn't slept, the shadows under his eyes speak to that. Even so, something brightens in his eyes when he sees her standing there, grateful despite everything. ]