[ The shadow takes his hand, gently tugging him forward. ]
Come. This is my coffin, not yours.
[ >He's trying to be reassuring, though he's not sure how good a job of it he's doing. It's always harder to reassure Avery than anyone else, despite (or perhaps) of how close they are.
(It's harder to use the little white lies and half-truths for him, the things that so many others need in one moment to the next. Their relationship is far from those sweeteners, in some respects.) ]
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Come. This is my coffin, not yours.
[ >He's trying to be reassuring, though he's not sure how good a job of it he's doing. It's always harder to reassure Avery than anyone else, despite (or perhaps) of how close they are.
(It's harder to use the little white lies and half-truths for him, the things that so many others need in one moment to the next. Their relationship is far from those sweeteners, in some respects.) ]