Thomas breathes a sigh in the elevator, pressing his back to the wall. He stands there a moment, struggling to pull himself back together, to find some shred of dignity. But there really isn't any. Edith knows, but somehow that makes it worse. Because she doesn't quite know everything.
He rubs his face, remaining silent until they reach her floor.
"I don't deserve this kindness from you. Especially you."
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Date: 2016-05-24 03:06 pm (UTC)He rubs his face, remaining silent until they reach her floor.
"I don't deserve this kindness from you. Especially you."