[THIS TELLS HIM NOTHING. The rest of it tells him TOO MUCH actually. His knuckles are white on the grab handle. You really are shredding every last nerve of his, Fei Du.
He rocks in the seat as they swing in to park, somehow unscathed and also somehow alive. He lets out the loudest, heavier sigh of relief, lowering his hands from the handle. Instead, he holds one hand against his chest like he might have a heart attack.]
Please stop saying things that just make it worse!
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He rocks in the seat as they swing in to park, somehow unscathed and also somehow alive. He lets out the loudest, heavier sigh of relief, lowering his hands from the handle. Instead, he holds one hand against his chest like he might have a heart attack.]
Please stop saying things that just make it worse!