[The smile he gives her is only with his eyes, not quite able to muster his mouth to do its part.
She's spunky and opinionated and full of attitude in a way that would be totally improper for a teenaged girl in his time, but his heart swells with affection for her, nonetheless. He could almost have imagined her making friends with his clever, sweet Johanna. They're about the same age.
It kills him to be near her, a stark reminder of what he's lost, what he'll never have, but he needs it, nonetheless, needs to feel something.]
Please, my dear. Talk. I don't think I can bear the silence right now.
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She's spunky and opinionated and full of attitude in a way that would be totally improper for a teenaged girl in his time, but his heart swells with affection for her, nonetheless. He could almost have imagined her making friends with his clever, sweet Johanna. They're about the same age.
It kills him to be near her, a stark reminder of what he's lost, what he'll never have, but he needs it, nonetheless, needs to feel something.]
Please, my dear. Talk. I don't think I can bear the silence right now.