He admits, and reaches up to brush the hair off his face, then thumb a tear away, along his temple, before grabbing the water off the dresser and cracking the cap, holding it gently up for him to take a tiny sip.
"Is that weird? I know it was therapeutic, I feel weird how- greedy I felt."
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He admits, and reaches up to brush the hair off his face, then thumb a tear away, along his temple, before grabbing the water off the dresser and cracking the cap, holding it gently up for him to take a tiny sip.
"Is that weird? I know it was therapeutic, I feel weird how- greedy I felt."