He looked down at her and sighed a little. He could tell how affected she was by his story, and he almost felt bad to burden her with it. She was obviously a very empathetic person. It was pain she was feeling, not pity.
He watched her underneath a curtain of dark hair and thought how Stacy used to try to give him massages, how he'd push her away, close himself off. He'd lost everything.
"I get by now," he said quietly, "with drugs. When they run out, there isn't much a massage can do, either. I'm hoping that won't happen. For a while, at least." He thought of the near empty bottle and cringed.
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He looked down at her and sighed a little. He could tell how affected she was by his story, and he almost felt bad to burden her with it. She was obviously a very empathetic person. It was pain she was feeling, not pity.
He watched her underneath a curtain of dark hair and thought how Stacy used to try to give him massages, how he'd push her away, close himself off. He'd lost everything.
"I get by now," he said quietly, "with drugs. When they run out, there isn't much a massage can do, either. I'm hoping that won't happen. For a while, at least." He thought of the near empty bottle and cringed.