[His words are whispered, his voice fraught with disappointment instead of bitterness and anger. His elbow rests upon his knee. Fingers clench and dig into skin as he leans into his hand. Eyes narrow and focus but it's a struggle to find anything positive - other than his love keeping him grounded.
Bearable, then.]
Do you know what the season is?
[Does this man know what this time means to him? What it should mean to them both?]
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[His words are whispered, his voice fraught with disappointment instead of bitterness and anger. His elbow rests upon his knee. Fingers clench and dig into skin as he leans into his hand. Eyes narrow and focus but it's a struggle to find anything positive - other than his love keeping him grounded.
Bearable, then.]
Do you know what the season is?
[Does this man know what this time means to him? What it should mean to them both?]