[Half a headshake, aborted where his cheek is already smushed against her, firm nonetheless.]
No. I can't. I can't be the one who carries her choices.
[More applicable to her than to him, he knows distantly, when the flood ends, but that's not a productive line of philosophizing. It brings him up short anyway, a difficult lesson for both of them to learn, a steadying relief to remember.]
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No. I can't. I can't be the one who carries her choices.
[More applicable to her than to him, he knows distantly, when the flood ends, but that's not a productive line of philosophizing. It brings him up short anyway, a difficult lesson for both of them to learn, a steadying relief to remember.]
It's just. It's just strange.