[ the thought of going out makes something seize up in david's throat, a sense of panic warring against something hopeful. thinks about something as small as a hand at his waist or a kiss on the cheek before sitting down and he wants that so much he could scream, a life where even the idea of that doesn't fill him with fear of some nebulous concept of being wrong. ]
[ but he plays it off with a small shrug and a slightly teasing tone of voice. ]
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[ the thought of going out makes something seize up in david's throat, a sense of panic warring against something hopeful. thinks about something as small as a hand at his waist or a kiss on the cheek before sitting down and he wants that so much he could scream, a life where even the idea of that doesn't fill him with fear of some nebulous concept of being wrong. ]
[ but he plays it off with a small shrug and a slightly teasing tone of voice. ]
You gonna make me pack a suit, Jeff?