[Blue's thoughts are subtle, passing, but each one makes Red's heart swell painfully in his chest. He probably can't tell that Red can hear all that, can he? It makes Red feel a little guilty for picking up on it - how much Blue wished he would talk, how it would hurt him to be told that he was "normal". He falters a bit more noticeably this time, but offers a weak smile.
[I do want to. I just can't most of the time. You know?
[He knows. Red knows he knows. But that doesn't make it any easier. For either of them.
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[I do want to. I just can't most of the time. You know?
[He knows. Red knows he knows. But that doesn't make it any easier. For either of them.
[I'm sorry, Blue.]