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Those
four
words
,
and
the
way
he
utters
them
,
speak
volumes
.
Oh
no
.
They
tell
me
so
much
more
about
him
and
how
he
feels
.
They
tell
me
about
his
fear
and
loathing
.
I
frown
.
No
,
I
don
’
t
feel
that
bad
.
No
way
.
Do
I
?
“
No
.
It
doesn
’
t
affect
me
quite
as
much
as
that
,
but
it
gives
you
an
idea
,
”
I
murmur
,
staring
anxiously
at
him
.
“
Oh
,
”
he
says
.
Crap
.
He
looks
completely
and
utterly
lost
,
like
I
’
ve
pulled
the
rug
from
under
his
feet
.
Taking
a
deep
breath
,
I
move
around
the
table
until
I
am
standing
in
front
of
him
,
gazing
into
his
apprehensive
eyes
.
“
You
hate
it
that
much
?
”
he
breathes
,
his
eyes
filled
with
horror
.
“
Well
…
no
,
”
I
reassure
him
.
Jeez
—
that
’
s
how
he
feels
about
people
touching
him
?
“
No
.
I
feel
ambivalent
about
it
.
I
don
’
t
like
it
,
but
I
don
’
t
hate
it
.
”
“
But
last
night
,
in
the
playroom
,
you
…
”
“
I
do
it
for
you
,
Christian
,
because
you
need
it
.
I
don
’
t
.
You
didn
’
t
hurt
me
last
night
.
That
was
in
a
different
context
,
and
I
can
rationalize
that
internally
,
and
I
trust
you
.
But
when
you
want
to
punish
me
,
I
worry
that
you
’
ll
hurt
me
.
”
His
eyes
darken
like
a
turbulent
storm
.
Time
moves
and
expands
and
slips
away
before
he
answers
softly
.
