[he doesn't know this man, he couldn't say what draws him in other than the desire for things to be better. that he can sense pain the way some people can detect a light, and when he steps in, he knows he's intruding, but his eyes seek nothing but Fawkes.]
You don't have to do this.
[he's close enough to reach out, put a hand on his shoulder.]
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You don't have to do this.
[he's close enough to reach out, put a hand on his shoulder.]