[ He'd wondered, about Ganymede's brother. That confirmation still makes him close his eyes briefly. It's entirely too easy to imagine how he would feel if he heard that anything had happened to either of his. That Ganymede can use it as part of his determination to keep moving forward...
Maybe they couldn't be more different after all. ]
I'm sorry. About your brother. And I'm glad that you have the beginnings of your answer — or at the least, the path you want to walk to find it.
[ He means it deeply. And at the same time, he doesn't know if the feeling bubbling up in his chest is admiration or, perhaps, envy. How ugly. He didn't want to remember what it was like to feel this strongly. What words can he even offer about moving past emotions that wouldn't be a painful lie? ]
There are no certainties that speaking about them will ease them. But if you want to continue anyway, I'm still here.
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Maybe they couldn't be more different after all. ]
I'm sorry. About your brother. And I'm glad that you have the beginnings of your answer — or at the least, the path you want to walk to find it.
[ He means it deeply. And at the same time, he doesn't know if the feeling bubbling up in his chest is admiration or, perhaps, envy. How ugly. He didn't want to remember what it was like to feel this strongly. What words can he even offer about moving past emotions that wouldn't be a painful lie? ]
There are no certainties that speaking about them will ease them. But if you want to continue anyway, I'm still here.