[He nods again, his eyes still scrunched shut. His breathing is starting to even out now, at least, even if his throat still feels like it's being wrung shut.
Part of him wishes he could express his gratitude to Jean for being so understanding about this whole thing, but he wouldn't know how to put it into words. Now that he doesn't even have that much, the faintest idea of how to make clear on his feelings has gone out the window. Why did he have to lose his voice now? He hopes it'll come back soon.]
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Part of him wishes he could express his gratitude to Jean for being so understanding about this whole thing, but he wouldn't know how to put it into words. Now that he doesn't even have that much, the faintest idea of how to make clear on his feelings has gone out the window. Why did he have to lose his voice now? He hopes it'll come back soon.]