After arriving all he did was stare at me,Like I was some statue that had appeared out of nowhere, like his eyes needed a moment to confirm that what they were seeing was real and not something the pain had manufactured, and I stood in the doorway of his room under the dim light and looked back at him and what I saw made my chest do something it had no business doing,He was on the floor,Back against the bed, with one hand flat against the cold stone like he was using it to anchor himself, and even in the low light I could see it, the pain moving across his face in waves, controlled and quiet the way he did everything but unmistakably there, and he was wincing, small and suppressed, the sound of someone who had been enduring something alone for a very long time and had gotten very good at making it look like nothing,I crossed the room fast,I crouched in front of him and looked at his face properly and what I saw under the dim light was pain and torture, deep and old, the kind that
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