"Yeah." He keeps his eyes on his feet for a few moments, and then he looks back up at Tim. "Thanks."
He's not even sure what for precisely. There's just a wealth of gratitude for this, the little vote of confidence, the conversation, all of it; for being allowed to feel a little normal. He wishes it were easy to verbalize that. If he tries he's pretty sure he'll end up stammering into oblivion.
He looks back over the garden and breathes out slowly, smiling to himself.
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He's not even sure what for precisely. There's just a wealth of gratitude for this, the little vote of confidence, the conversation, all of it; for being allowed to feel a little normal. He wishes it were easy to verbalize that. If he tries he's pretty sure he'll end up stammering into oblivion.
He looks back over the garden and breathes out slowly, smiling to himself.