Sarah pulled techie to his chest “it’s ok to be sad, I’m here for you darling. No matter what” she threaded her fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head, “you can cry, Techie, it’s ok”

“I c-can’t,” Techie frowned, frustrated. “No tears h-have been, um, coming out.” He felt like… a pile of dust on the ground. He tried to explain this to Sarah, but it didn’t make much more sense when spoken outloud.

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