[He doesn't look as though he wants to move, but the truth is he can't move. Not for several beats as he stares at her hand. Finally his arm twitches and he lifts one shaking hand, feverishly hot fingers pressing lightly against hers before it drops.]
[His jaw trembles, lips parted, as though he wants to speak. Instead, a stringy little laugh escapes him before his breath catches and he chokes out a sob.
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[His jaw trembles, lips parted, as though he wants to speak.
Instead, a stringy little laugh escapes him before his breath catches and he chokes out a sob.
Something has terrified this poor little guy....]