[He lets out a gasp, despite himself. It's a small little thing, just a little sharp intake of breath.]
[The heaviness in his throat feels like it's been set on fire. He wants to swallow, to dash it down on the metaphorical rocks inside his chest, but it doesn't feel like it wants to go anywhere.]
[He can't speak for a moment.]
...Daan. [His voice is more hoarse now than ever as he finally manages to find words. It hurts. It really does. His hand reaches up to grasp over the other's wrist, but even as rough as his hand is, the grip is light as a feather.] I'm not good at all. You shouldn't...say something like that.
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[He lets out a gasp, despite himself. It's a small little thing, just a little sharp intake of breath.]
[The heaviness in his throat feels like it's been set on fire. He wants to swallow, to dash it down on the metaphorical rocks inside his chest, but it doesn't feel like it wants to go anywhere.]
[He can't speak for a moment.]
...Daan. [His voice is more hoarse now than ever as he finally manages to find words. It hurts. It really does. His hand reaches up to grasp over the other's wrist, but even as rough as his hand is, the grip is light as a feather.] I'm not good at all. You shouldn't...say something like that.