[Too much of him aches for it. Too much of him has missed it, missed this kind of attention that he hasn't really felt since he was curled at the bottom of the cradle. Mom always doted on him, but the agony of being so close and unable to truly let her arms enfold him, truly tug at the hem of her sweater, had eclipsed all else.]
Okay.
[Small, soft, desperate, with every longing laid horribly bare.]
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Okay.
[Small, soft, desperate, with every longing laid horribly bare.]