[At least he's being soft and pliant with her. He isn't pulling away. He isn't driving verbal daggers into her. He isn't retreating fully into himself.
He isn't Hamlet. And it's awful, but for a moment, that's painfully comforting.
Ophelia's thumb smooths protectively against Horatio's cheek, tongue clicking lightly as she shakes her head.] Then will you be kind to me, my lord?
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He isn't Hamlet. And it's awful, but for a moment, that's painfully comforting.
Ophelia's thumb smooths protectively against Horatio's cheek, tongue clicking lightly as she shakes her head.] Then will you be kind to me, my lord?