If I pull myself back will you stop saying things?
[ He does not want to hear this. He can't hear it- the howling of the wind should make it difficult but every word sinks in and burrows in, scratching him like glass needles leaving a little blood and long screaming paths of ragged nerves too confused to do anything but hurt.
No matter the answer, he does pull himself back. An inch. Not much but- less likely to tip over.
By a little.
It's a concession he's willing to make for silence. ]
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[ He does not want to hear this. He can't hear it- the howling of the wind should make it difficult but every word sinks in and burrows in, scratching him like glass needles leaving a little blood and long screaming paths of ragged nerves too confused to do anything but hurt.
No matter the answer, he does pull himself back. An inch. Not much but- less likely to tip over.
By a little.
It's a concession he's willing to make for silence. ]