He never teases her. He hasn't teased anyone in so long. Perhaps he has grown up or perhaps it's because nobody laughs with him anymore; even his friends don't find it funny.
Or maybe it's because he cares little anymore.
He finds little amusement, and nobody needs anymore pain inflicted on them. There's too much pain for his feeble words to really make much of a difference.
He spends his days being silent. He can't seem to find anything else to say, if it's not a callous remark. He isn't sure what else his father would approve of.
Ever since he saw her there in that bath with that pain in her eyes, he's changed. He sees things now that he hadn't seen before; things he does not understand.
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place (that) you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
I feel a bit bad that people are reading this now. It's not really a story, more of a study. Oh, and the characters are not supposed to be a mysery, so I hope this chappie sums it up for you all!
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