...He doesn't halt his telekinesis, and the things in her room still march through the hole in the wall, but he shifts his hand just enough to cover hers.
He forgot how tangled emotions like these could be. The human heart really is just a receptacle for more pain than pleasure.]
I... [He has a thought, one that is like trying to pull barbed wire out of his throat, but true self-reflection is always impossible for Henry if he has to make an effort on his own. The notion starts and dies in the same breath, and he just trails off.]
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...He doesn't halt his telekinesis, and the things in her room still march through the hole in the wall, but he shifts his hand just enough to cover hers.
He forgot how tangled emotions like these could be. The human heart really is just a receptacle for more pain than pleasure.]
I... [He has a thought, one that is like trying to pull barbed wire out of his throat, but true self-reflection is always impossible for Henry if he has to make an effort on his own. The notion starts and dies in the same breath, and he just trails off.]