Gabe takes a second. How can one word, one syllable carry so much weight? It takes a long moment before he can finally nod, still unready to acknowledge the word with a spoken response. He just nods once under Caleb's hand, enjoying the warm touch.
"I'm still having a hard time...letting myself be anything."
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Date: 2015-09-13 04:59 pm (UTC)"I'm still having a hard time...letting myself be anything."