Catherine's POV Clinton suddenly pulls away from the hug. He wipes his face with his hands, sniffing hard. “I’m sorry.”Sorry for crying.My heart aches.I reach out and place my hand on his shoulder. “There’s no need to be sorry." My fingers press lightly, but my heart aches seeing him like this, wet and vulnerable, so unlike the confident boy he usually pretends to be.He nods once, then turns as if he’s about to leave. I step in front of him, blocking his way. “Where are you going?”The rain is still pouring outside, drenching everything.Typical Clinton. Always hiding his pain. Always pretending he’s fine when he’s not. I roll my eyes. My gaze catches the uniform and towel lying on the ground. I walk over, pick them up, return to him, and hold them out. “Here. You need to change into this.”His expression shifts, like I just told him to die. He lifts the uniform between two fingers, looking at it like it’s a foreign object. “This? You want me to wear this?”“Yes,” I say firmly. “
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