[He lapses into silence again, while she talks. This isn't the first time he's heard this, and a small, sad desperate part of him clings to it like it's driftwood on the open sea. His loved ones keep telling him that he's enough. That he's loved and he isn't falling short for any of them.
He wonders if one day he'll be able to believe them. If he'll be able to take comfort in these truths instead of letting his failures keep dragging him down to the depths. He really hopes he can. He curls into himself a little more, obscuring the camera for a moment. He lets out a soft sniffle. ]
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He wonders if one day he'll be able to believe them. If he'll be able to take comfort in these truths instead of letting his failures keep dragging him down to the depths. He really hopes he can. He curls into himself a little more, obscuring the camera for a moment. He lets out a soft sniffle. ]
I love you, too.