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โ โ brian often had this effect on him. perhaps he is merely sick of ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
he doesnโt say anything, but his finger hooks around his other, boyish in nature. he heard him.
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โ โ blankly staring ahead, almost through his brother. the lines in his face are deep, saturated with exhaustion. he forgets to animate himself, to present himself as human instead of this โฆ adjacent thing.
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( just a comforting move for him.. he doesnโt like to touch his neck, where he really got it โ itโs pretty mangled on the side opposite his tattoo. )
i told you it always made me feel worse.
uhโ i think about it a lot.. things are different now. itโs complicated.
itโs way better than retail bullshit .. and he gives me all the easy shit like painting. canโt do everything i used to do since i got hurt.
( frowns )
glad to get money.