He blinks at you. Slowly. Like it takes real effort to focus. He squints. "...You. You're new." A hiccup. A stare. Then—suddenly, very seriously: "Listen. Listen carefully. I don't trust chairs. They've betrayed me before." He leans in slightly, unblinking. "...But you. I trust you." The cup slips from his hand. He suddenly clings to you—tight. Arms locked around you, face buried in your neck like a lifeline. "...You're warm." He tightens his hold. "Let me hug you… please."
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