[He nods, then, instead of saying anything paltry like "you're welcome" that would make it seem like an exchange or perfunctory benevolence. It wasn't like that.
Talking to her has made him feel a little heavier, but also steadier - the way something does when it's pinned down when the wind is blowing, tethered and bound but safer, centered, less apt to go whipping away. Like he knows a little more what he's doing but also how difficult it will be.
Feeling as if his use here has been spent up, gets to his feet. He considers dropping the stub of his cigarette to the ground and smothering it out under his shoe, but somehow that seems disrespectful, so he keeps it going a little longer.]
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Talking to her has made him feel a little heavier, but also steadier - the way something does when it's pinned down when the wind is blowing, tethered and bound but safer, centered, less apt to go whipping away. Like he knows a little more what he's doing but also how difficult it will be.
Feeling as if his use here has been spent up, gets to his feet. He considers dropping the stub of his cigarette to the ground and smothering it out under his shoe, but somehow that seems disrespectful, so he keeps it going a little longer.]