[ Nothing yet. Now he can concentrate on breathing, on leveling himself out.
Finally, finally, it seems like it's trying to loosen up. At least to the point where he can move, shifting towards the couch and sinking downwards. But the expression he wears is anything but relieved.
His hands lift instinctively to cover his face, to hold up the weight of his head as he slouches forward. Broken. He's broken, he's broken and has been all this time, and-- ]
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Finally, finally, it seems like it's trying to loosen up. At least to the point where he can move, shifting towards the couch and sinking downwards. But the expression he wears is anything but relieved.
His hands lift instinctively to cover his face, to hold up the weight of his head as he slouches forward. Broken. He's broken, he's broken and has been all this time, and-- ]