[Fow now, he'll balance no the edge of it. He's silenced by her words, even stunned at the way she's pressing them. It softens him a little, touches the apparent determination he has to give himself up for others. It's something he'll probably continue to do for as long as he remains - that won't change with just words. But an insight into the fact that he's doing it is a start, however fleeting.]
[He truly doesn't see it, you know. The pieces he gives of himself without taking them back. Them or anything.]
I don't-
[And he actually falters. There's a moment like hesitation when he looks between her eyes, and then, very softly:]
no subject
[He truly doesn't see it, you know. The pieces he gives of himself without taking them back. Them or anything.]
I don't-
[And he actually falters. There's a moment like hesitation when he looks between her eyes, and then, very softly:]
What are my problems?