He couldn't sketch like this. Sighing, he reluctantly closed the sketchbook. He'd have to fill in the rest from memory later, but for now...
He blinked the beginnings of tears out of his eyes and looked up at Elliott for a quick moment before turning his face away. "... Thanks."
The last time he talked about this wasn't too long ago, hiding away from his guardians in the park and unable to speak even an iota of falsehood. It was... fine in the end. He didn't mind telling someone like Anthony about it, but it hadn't been on his own terms really. Elliott could tell he didn't really want to speak, not if it was going to make him cry, but a part of him wanted to open up to someone his age and also had, well, somewhat similar experiences anyway.
He breathed out, trying to control his voice once again. It wasn't his best effort, but it could be worse. "I... want to tell you about them someday. But maybe not today."
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He blinked the beginnings of tears out of his eyes and looked up at Elliott for a quick moment before turning his face away. "... Thanks."
The last time he talked about this wasn't too long ago, hiding away from his guardians in the park and unable to speak even an iota of falsehood. It was... fine in the end. He didn't mind telling someone like Anthony about it, but it hadn't been on his own terms really. Elliott could tell he didn't really want to speak, not if it was going to make him cry, but a part of him wanted to open up to someone his age and also had, well, somewhat similar experiences anyway.
He breathed out, trying to control his voice once again. It wasn't his best effort, but it could be worse. "I... want to tell you about them someday. But maybe not today."