My hand rested on his chest as if to both push him away and support him as he leaned forward, first into my neck, as I rolled on my back, then my ears, my hair, his lips grazing over all the places his tears couldn t reach. He reached out his hand and took away the pillow.
It was a smile to show him how tired I was, how late it was, a well-worn smile excavated from a time when I was still young.
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