[he doesn't say anything--doesn't think anything tangible, rather. nothing solid, nothing to interrupt. he's done this before, makes himself an empty shell for someone else to pour everything into. he soaks it up, hungry for it, with his own presence shrinking down to small tendrils that reach for him and pull a little, hoping for more.
he wants to know. he wants to know. so tell him everything.]
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he wants to know. he wants to know. so tell him everything.]