[He looks down at that, his brows furrowing and his lips pulling down in a slight frown. It's a hard question. He's not sure he can lie to her. He's not sure even trying would be worth it. His fingers splay over her back; his palm follows, rubbing gently in circles.] I don't know. Maybe it gets easier. [He lifts his eyes to hers, not bothering to hide the exhaustion in them. He's tired, in every possible way.]
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