[it's blurted out when she says it first, his voice small and ridiculously hopeful-- he might pretend otherwise but Clover's anger had obviously affected him, and the sheer relief that sentiment brings him staggers even him. It's also the mix of everything, probably-- he's felt himself too near a breaking point more times than he can count this week-- but just the knowledge that Clover doesn't hate him, that she tried to bring him cookies as an apology, it's enough to make his eyes well up and he tries to blink away tears rapidly, rubbing at his face with one hand and a wet laugh. His other arm moves to make the same movement to no avail, because he hasn't exactly unlearned that yet.]
I do, I-- I do like them, m'sorry, I don't know why I'm-- [he takes in a shuddering breath] Thank you.
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[it's blurted out when she says it first, his voice small and ridiculously hopeful-- he might pretend otherwise but Clover's anger had obviously affected him, and the sheer relief that sentiment brings him staggers even him. It's also the mix of everything, probably-- he's felt himself too near a breaking point more times than he can count this week-- but just the knowledge that Clover doesn't hate him, that she tried to bring him cookies as an apology, it's enough to make his eyes well up and he tries to blink away tears rapidly, rubbing at his face with one hand and a wet laugh. His other arm moves to make the same movement to no avail, because he hasn't exactly unlearned that yet.]
I do, I-- I do like them, m'sorry, I don't know why I'm-- [he takes in a shuddering breath] Thank you.