[Diarmuid smiles, rubbing his face with his sleeve.]
We won't forget.
But we should not also forget... it would be a grave sin, that we die with our dead β that we dishonor them by closing ourselves off in whatever life we may have left in our lungs.
[Collecting the box of polaroids, he looks at him more confidently, even if the tear track on his cheek still somewhat glistens in the light.]
[ he doesnβt like being this exposed, to have someone peering at him when heβs mentally in such a vulnerable place, but diarmuid has uncoated something and it leaves him no place to hide, the words striking at the very thing that heβd attempted again and again for so long. ]
Yeah. [ he responds with his voice low, eyes turned away before they finally rise to look back, pairing it with a nod that follows.
he remains silent for a moment before he finally reaches over, his palm bracing over the boyβs head before he gives his hair a slight shuffle. ] I think youβre right.
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We won't forget.
But we should not also forget... it would be a grave sin, that we die with our dead β that we dishonor them by closing ourselves off in whatever life we may have left in our lungs.
[Collecting the box of polaroids, he looks at him more confidently, even if the tear track on his cheek still somewhat glistens in the light.]
Don't you think?
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Yeah. [ he responds with his voice low, eyes turned away before they finally rise to look back, pairing it with a nod that follows.
he remains silent for a moment before he finally reaches over, his palm bracing over the boyβs head before he gives his hair a slight shuffle. ] I think youβre right.