[ He's standing there wide-eyed with both his hands balled into fists at his sides now, fear draining all the blood from his otherwise stoic expression. He's afraid, there's no mistaking it now; but he still won't let his expression crack, not even beneath slightly wide eyes.
His heart leaps like a frightened jack rabbit, trying to beat a path to escape through his throat and temples and wrists; but he can't run, not now.
Why, it asks him. ]
I ... I want to help, [ he says haltingly, not knowing if it's the right thing to say, not even knowing if help is needed. ]
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[ He's standing there wide-eyed with both his hands balled into fists at his sides now, fear draining all the blood from his otherwise stoic expression. He's afraid, there's no mistaking it now; but he still won't let his expression crack, not even beneath slightly wide eyes.
His heart leaps like a frightened jack rabbit, trying to beat a path to escape through his throat and temples and wrists; but he can't run, not now.
Why, it asks him. ]
I ... I want to help, [ he says haltingly, not knowing if it's the right thing to say, not even knowing if help is needed. ]