Chapter 25 - Parents
Jocelyn "Oh?" I was curious what he meant. I knew he was about to lay some really heavy stuff on my shoulders, and so I buckled up mentally for the emotional roller coaster we were about to go on. My right hand immediately went to his hair--which had grown out some--caressing soothingly as I rested my other arm over his chest. I knew physical touch was important to him, and I was trying to convey my support and care through my actions so he knew I was here for him. I waited patiently for him to start. It took a few loaded minutes before he opened up. "I don't really want to talk ill of the dead," he began gently. "If it's true, then there is no harm or foul made," I responded softly, my fingers stroking through his hair. He closed his eyes, revering in the calming caresses. "My pare
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