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‘Oh?’

He raked his hand through his hair, clearly trying to work out where to start Her heart paused for a beat The apprehensive gesture was so unlike the man she had come to know

‘I’ that word a lot recently But I don’t knohere to start’

She had to be careful here ‘How did the funeral go?’

Another pause

‘It was harrowing,’ he confessed at last, then frowned ‘Yet so’

‘You got some closure,’ she observed

He rolled his eyes ‘Is that the quack term for it?’

Ah, that flash ofabout personal issues

‘Don’t knock it,’ she warned patiently ‘Or underestinificance’

‘Fine Then I guess I got closure’ He bunched his shoulders ‘And I am sorry I was out of line when I told you to ht; I wasn’t oodbye and I did need per all you did; it made me open ot there’

‘And your foster father?’

‘Yeah,’ he adht away Hugged lad I was there’

‘Good,’ she offered softly, relieved she had judged it right

Nonetheless, it was clear fro expression that there wasShe could practically hear the cogs clicking over in his head, and as he brooded she could feel so At first, she couldn’t put a naht words for whatever it was he wanted to tell her