[ Gorgug doesn't argue with anything Maria says. He can't, might not want to--truthfully, Gorgug's beyond any point where objections might come to mind. Everything she's saying is reaching him, is being heard, but as it is, the sadness that's been always growing inside him builds, swells, his gaze staring at some non-descript part of the ground speckled with patches of grass, but that's otherwise nothing but dirt. ]
... Maria? [ He says, after a silence that's not as long as the last time. ] Can I... would you...
[ His hands fidget together. He's still just staring at the ground, voice low. ]
...can I have a hug?
[ If there's guys out there who care about being called sweet, they might also be the same guys that would never ask for a hug.
And they're not currently in the proverbial room with us. ]
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... Maria? [ He says, after a silence that's not as long as the last time. ] Can I... would you...
[ His hands fidget together. He's still just staring at the ground, voice low. ]
...can I have a hug?
[ If there's guys out there who care about being called sweet, they might also be the same guys that would never ask for a hug.
And they're not currently in the proverbial room with us. ]