[Yu can feel the agreement in the quiet, the acknowledgement of wrongdoing, the realization that things could have been better... or at least different. It's all he needed, really: that acquiescent nod to how things could have been. There's nothing to hold over anymore, after that: the anger, resentment, hurt -- it's time to start letting them go.
... in some ways, that's the hard part.
He squeezes the other boy's hand gently. He's not smiling, exactly, but his expression is lighter than it has been in a while.]
It might take me some time, still.
[But it's a process he's ready to start, at least.]
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... in some ways, that's the hard part.
He squeezes the other boy's hand gently. He's not smiling, exactly, but his expression is lighter than it has been in a while.]
It might take me some time, still.
[But it's a process he's ready to start, at least.]