It's like the rug is pulled out from under me. Momentarily. When he mentions the one thing I'd been thinking about, that I was so sure was only my imagination.
He clarifies, of course, but it still... hurt.
"Emi." I move closer, closer to his avatar, and to his body. I rest a hand on his containment compartment, near where his small body's heart is.
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Date: 2012-12-21 09:24 am (UTC)He clarifies, of course, but it still... hurt.
"Emi." I move closer, closer to his avatar, and to his body. I rest a hand on his containment compartment, near where his small body's heart is.
"You know I don't think of you as a child."