[And he used to turn from that, pretend that he didn't see it, nurse his own feelings on the matter (the guilt, the bitterness, the shame) and move on like nothing was wrong.
This time, though, is different. She is here: she actually came. And it's been too long for the both of them to really face this.
Stepping closer, and slipping his arms over her arms as he's kissing her on the forehead.]
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This time, though, is different. She is here: she actually came. And it's been too long for the both of them to really face this.
Stepping closer, and slipping his arms over her arms as he's kissing her on the forehead.]
Come on.