[Erik doesn't know if it's something he'll ever raise again in his life. To speak about it again is to resurrect the feeling, to his mind, and he doesn't want or need to. He knows it was there, if only for a brief while. Time has dulled it enough not to stab him through like it did in that talk, desperate to be heard. The deeper sorrow and loss remains, with blunter edges.
He laces his fingers together on the table, speaking a little softer. He manages to still sound a bit wry.]
I think you answered your own question, really.
[Their familiarity is a double-edged sword at times. Knowing each other so well can cut to the core.]
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He laces his fingers together on the table, speaking a little softer. He manages to still sound a bit wry.]
I think you answered your own question, really.
[Their familiarity is a double-edged sword at times. Knowing each other so well can cut to the core.]