There it is again: the unconditional compassion so vast it feels unearned. At least this time, when Gaeta starts crying, it stays closer to exhausted weeping than the shattering sobs of before.
"Okay," he rasps, and leans into the embrace, letting Angel take more of his weight. Probably for the best anyway, considering how his bad leg has begun to shake.
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"Okay," he rasps, and leans into the embrace, letting Angel take more of his weight. Probably for the best anyway, considering how his bad leg has begun to shake.