Arms around him, and the comfort from it is intense. He wants to break down, he wants to scream that it isn't fair, he wants to riot. This happened back home. This happened in the last world. All he wants is a chance to live a life and do good. Why does there have to keep being a barrier? Why does he keep getting stopped?
"I like what we have," he says, his voice soft and hurting. "I like being-"
Wait, no, stop. Let him go back to that other thing, because it makes him laugh.
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29/5/23 20:14 (UTC)"I like what we have," he says, his voice soft and hurting. "I like being-"
Wait, no, stop. Let him go back to that other thing, because it makes him laugh.
"I doubt either of us have that skill."