[ His own throat tightens. Misery rises up in him. He feels, stupidly, the first beginnings of tears in his own eyes, a little heat in his cheekbones that feels like -
No. No. He can't trust himself to speak, so he just looks away and shrugs at her and prays she doesn't see the faint trembling of his hands. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... ]
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No. No. He can't trust himself to speak, so he just looks away and shrugs at her and prays she doesn't see the faint trembling of his hands. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... ]