[he simply nods, composing himself. the hand remains open, settled on his knee, neither demanding nor refusing any decision Jaime might make.
he's bracing himself regardless. any teenager's mind is quiet an emotional place, but consider one trying to carry the burden of thousands – millions? – on his shoulders?]
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he's bracing himself regardless. any teenager's mind is quiet an emotional place, but consider one trying to carry the burden of thousands – millions? – on his shoulders?]