[He knew it was coming. He knew the answer before Grant spoke it.]
[And yet it still hurts, still makes his eye and the socket burn with tears that want to force themselves out as he takes in a wet, shuddering breath.]
I... Grant.
[He doesn't know what to say, or if the words could get out past the soft choking of air in his throat.]
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[And yet it still hurts, still makes his eye and the socket burn with tears that want to force themselves out as he takes in a wet, shuddering breath.]
I... Grant.
[He doesn't know what to say, or if the words could get out past the soft choking of air in his throat.]