[Martin similarly shrinks, clutching the pillow he'd been dressing and looking around like he's lost and desperate to find an anchor. so how does he self-soothe?
continuing to make the bed, even though his hands have begun to tremble. painful silence presses down between them.
Algric might be the only person he feels he can admit this to, laughing brittlely:]
I can't- I-I don't. What am I supposed to think? How... I don't know h-how to. Feel. About that.
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[Martin similarly shrinks, clutching the pillow he'd been dressing and looking around like he's lost and desperate to find an anchor. so how does he self-soothe?
continuing to make the bed, even though his hands have begun to tremble. painful silence presses down between them.
Algric might be the only person he feels he can admit this to, laughing brittlely:]
I can't- I-I don't. What am I supposed to think? How... I don't know h-how to. Feel. About that.