His hands continued their fiddling, occasionally pulling on a finger.
"It's — hard," he admitted with some hesitance, "being too close to too many at once. They start to blur together. I could see the spaces — I didn't try to follow, but I was afraid I might fall through."
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"It's — hard," he admitted with some hesitance, "being too close to too many at once. They start to blur together. I could see the spaces — I didn't try to follow, but I was afraid I might fall through."