[ Bodhi sees Vanessa's approach reflected in the glass he's had his eyes locked on for the better part of ... he's not sure how long he's been here, but it's been a few hours, at the least.
He remains quiet, as she sits next to him, somewhat startled by the touch on his arm and then does he turn away from looking out, to glance over her. A friend. Who looks as haunted as he happens to feel, right now. It's the gentle lean into him and her words, that quiet reassurance that have his throat closing up. Weeks of barely holding it together, come bubbling to the surface and in that exhaustion it's too difficult to put them back. ]
I don't know what else I can be.
[ Bodhi squeezes his eyes shut, past the tears threatening to fall and rests his free hand on hers. ]
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He remains quiet, as she sits next to him, somewhat startled by the touch on his arm and then does he turn away from looking out, to glance over her. A friend. Who looks as haunted as he happens to feel, right now. It's the gentle lean into him and her words, that quiet reassurance that have his throat closing up. Weeks of barely holding it together, come bubbling to the surface and in that exhaustion it's too difficult to put them back. ]
I don't know what else I can be.
[ Bodhi squeezes his eyes shut, past the tears threatening to fall and rests his free hand on hers. ]