[He lets out another shuddering breath and forces himself to smile for Sufferer. He doesn't know how to explain the guilt and fear that gnaws at him, how Johnny had built him up to be this beacon of hope and light and he feels as if he's smashed that ideal, willingly or not. It used to be so easy to share those feelings but now he'd rather just pretend they weren't there at all.
He'll just smile gently, a bit sad, and take Sufferer's hands from his shoulders to hold them.]
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He'll just smile gently, a bit sad, and take Sufferer's hands from his shoulders to hold them.]
How is Grandma? And Mom?