[ And he finds that he can't look away from you, because the simple affection and comfort that you've offered him are filed with so much significance that he can't begin to dwell on it without hurting a little more than he already does.
Should he... can he...? ]
Thank you.
[ His voice is soft, about as soft as his lips might feel on your cheek the moment he leans in and kisses you. A filial greeting, he hopes, that does not overstep any boundaries. Then he's turning away and standing up. The bow he gives you before he leaves is low, right to the waist. ]
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Should he... can he...? ]
Thank you.
[ His voice is soft, about as soft as his lips might feel on your cheek the moment he leans in and kisses you. A filial greeting, he hopes, that does not overstep any boundaries. Then he's turning away and standing up. The bow he gives you before he leaves is low, right to the waist. ]
Good night, mother.