[His voice is quiet. Not pitying in the least. Just acknowledging, in the private space of whatever's transpiring between them, whether it's friendship or just prickly acquaintanceship. He does know; he can see it in her eyes every day.]
I'm pretty good at those things. But, I mean. You don't need to trust me. Once you trust enough people and they hurt you, it's hard to start again.
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[His voice is quiet. Not pitying in the least. Just acknowledging, in the private space of whatever's transpiring between them, whether it's friendship or just prickly acquaintanceship. He does know; he can see it in her eyes every day.]
I'm pretty good at those things. But, I mean. You don't need to trust me. Once you trust enough people and they hurt you, it's hard to start again.