[He keeps sliding his fingers against his skin, his eyes flickering over his face. Talking about Abdul hurts. It'll probably always hurt, in the same way talking about Sherry always hurts. But that hurt comes with a wonderful warmth, something nostalgic and fond all at once.]
He taught me a little Arabic once. Numbers, and how to say basic stuff like hello and whatever . . . he let me teach him a bunch of French before telling me he knew it perfectly, because of course he did. It got easier to talk to him after that-- once I could do it in French, I mean. I think I started to understand him better. He wasn't as open as me, so it took me a while to understand him.
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[He keeps sliding his fingers against his skin, his eyes flickering over his face. Talking about Abdul hurts. It'll probably always hurt, in the same way talking about Sherry always hurts. But that hurt comes with a wonderful warmth, something nostalgic and fond all at once.]
He taught me a little Arabic once. Numbers, and how to say basic stuff like hello and whatever . . . he let me teach him a bunch of French before telling me he knew it perfectly, because of course he did. It got easier to talk to him after that-- once I could do it in French, I mean. I think I started to understand him better. He wasn't as open as me, so it took me a while to understand him.