( ah. there's an indescribable look on harry's face, although it's becoming a bit more normal between the two of them — understanding and aching, a vicious cycle that just repeats and repeats. harry can get as angry as he wants through this, but it doesn't change how hard it is to be in jin ling position. he forgave dumbledore, too. who knew his parents were going to die. who knew he'd probably die along with them, who enabled and desired his own death despite —
he doesn't like to, doesn't want to think about it. a sad smile and he leans in, knocking his forehead against jin ling's neck. )
Nothing.
( you can't trust someone like that. and yet —
he huffs, nosing in closer to him. )
You're right. I really hate all that we have in common.
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he doesn't like to, doesn't want to think about it. a sad smile and he leans in, knocking his forehead against jin ling's neck. )
Nothing.
( you can't trust someone like that. and yet —
he huffs, nosing in closer to him. )
You're right. I really hate all that we have in common.