[ Erik listens to her, quiet. He isn't always good at speaking up about intimate thoughts, or personal issues. Not for the first time, it occurs to him how much he has shared with Wanda so far, particularly when he's met her such a short while ago. There are people he's known for years, even decades, and wouldn't feel so comfortable with. ]
Our pain is not so different.
[ Because the loss is still there. The circumstances don't matter. Losing a loved one, a significant other or a child, it's an indescribable pain that only those who've gone through it could truly understand. She is so young too, much too young to have lost her own children. The details of that loss are virtually unimportant. ]
Thank you. [ Just for an excuse to have something to do, he takes another of the pastries from the plate, but doesn't actually seem interested on eating it. ] It's... recent. I think I need to process it, myself.
[ And Erik has never been one to share his pain, either. He keeps it, carries the weight on his own, lets it linger and weigh in deep. Sometimes, it comes out in ugly ways. ]
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Our pain is not so different.
[ Because the loss is still there. The circumstances don't matter. Losing a loved one, a significant other or a child, it's an indescribable pain that only those who've gone through it could truly understand. She is so young too, much too young to have lost her own children. The details of that loss are virtually unimportant. ]
Thank you. [ Just for an excuse to have something to do, he takes another of the pastries from the plate, but doesn't actually seem interested on eating it. ] It's... recent. I think I need to process it, myself.
[ And Erik has never been one to share his pain, either. He keeps it, carries the weight on his own, lets it linger and weigh in deep. Sometimes, it comes out in ugly ways. ]