[He's not ready. He's not ready for any of this, or to go anywhere, and he can tell easily enough when someone doesn't believe what he's saying... or, in this case, is just misunderstanding.
But he's already argued so much, and it's not working, and now there's a familiar knot of fear forming in his stomach at the prospect of saying any more.
Ginko's fingers curl tightly for a moment, then he nods. He closes the box and, after a moment of staring at her hand uncertainly, he reaches out and takes it.
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[He's not ready. He's not ready for any of this, or to go anywhere, and he can tell easily enough when someone doesn't believe what he's saying... or, in this case, is just misunderstanding.
But he's already argued so much, and it's not working, and now there's a familiar knot of fear forming in his stomach at the prospect of saying any more.
Ginko's fingers curl tightly for a moment, then he nods. He closes the box and, after a moment of staring at her hand uncertainly, he reaches out and takes it.
He feels sick.]