Yeah. [His voice is soft, resigned. He doesn't say anything else. What else is there to say, really? Neither of them can get rid of this by talking about it.
He reaches out a little after a few moments, his hand landing next to Emery's on the bed -- close enough that the movement of the bed probably makes it clear that he's there, but not quite reaching out for him. He doesn't know how bad it is, doesn't want to make it worse. It's not like the contact's going to make anything better. It's just the only thing he's got to offer. He can't even claim it's going to be better. It'll get better, but it won't stay that way.]
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He reaches out a little after a few moments, his hand landing next to Emery's on the bed -- close enough that the movement of the bed probably makes it clear that he's there, but not quite reaching out for him. He doesn't know how bad it is, doesn't want to make it worse. It's not like the contact's going to make anything better. It's just the only thing he's got to offer. He can't even claim it's going to be better. It'll get better, but it won't stay that way.]