[How can he help but smile (just a little, but it is a smile) when he sees her able to do the same?
He takes the lid in silence, eyes downcast. For a moment, his thoughts and worries and fears and... everything... bow his shoulders, but he tries to pull himself up again. He can't act like that in front of her. She can't know that he's running.
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He takes the lid in silence, eyes downcast. For a moment, his thoughts and worries and fears and... everything... bow his shoulders, but he tries to pull himself up again. He can't act like that in front of her. She can't know that he's running.
At least... he can't admit it to her.]