a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
Oh, he does think about it. He thinks about it long and hard – to fill the void of himself with people around him, but there’s a part of him that worries he’ll be too much of a burden, too much trouble to keep around even if he keeps to himself – whether it’s the fact he can’t talk the way she can or the way he’s got far too much emotional baggage to really be useful.
But he nods regardless, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he swallows the tears down and tries to recover his voice as much as he can. He checks the legs and when they’re all satisfactory, he moves with her help to flip the table. She puts the items back on top of the table, and while she shuffles awkwardly he shuffles a bit as well as he goes to put the tools back in his tool bag and slips it over his shoulder.
He manages to look back toward her – and this time, really look at her, and nods. “S-sure.” He manages, before he ducks his head again and pats the bag a bit, moving to walk with her toward the library. She’s right, in the end, it is quiet once they finally get there, hardly a person milling about and he swallows down another bit of tightness in his throat. “I-I’m sorr-sorry.” He says after a few moments of quiet. “I d-d-didn’t mean t-to m-make it awkward.”
But he nods regardless, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he swallows the tears down and tries to recover his voice as much as he can. He checks the legs and when they’re all satisfactory, he moves with her help to flip the table. She puts the items back on top of the table, and while she shuffles awkwardly he shuffles a bit as well as he goes to put the tools back in his tool bag and slips it over his shoulder.
He manages to look back toward her – and this time, really look at her, and nods. “S-sure.” He manages, before he ducks his head again and pats the bag a bit, moving to walk with her toward the library. She’s right, in the end, it is quiet once they finally get there, hardly a person milling about and he swallows down another bit of tightness in his throat. “I-I’m sorr-sorry.” He says after a few moments of quiet. “I d-d-didn’t mean t-to m-make it awkward.”
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
