His paint is being smeared and he doesn't even care. He doesn't mind. That's something... miraculous. He lifts Mituna's other hand and presses his lips to the back of it. His moirail shushes him and he sighs in one long slow breath.
"IT'S BETTER... WHEN YOU ARE," He says. "I feel better... THERE AIN'T NO HOLES CALLING. There ain't no noise. I LIKE HAVING A BROTHER CLOSE."
But, what he says matters too. There's so much he could parse from that.Even if the idea of his going hurts. The idea that he needs this troll that much is terrifying.
He confesses then, "You got at yourself more gratitude from he than what all he's sure he can give."
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"IT'S BETTER... WHEN YOU ARE," He says. "I feel better... THERE AIN'T NO HOLES CALLING. There ain't no noise. I LIKE HAVING A BROTHER CLOSE."
But, what he says matters too. There's so much he could parse from that.Even if the idea of his going hurts. The idea that he needs this troll that much is terrifying.
He confesses then, "You got at yourself more gratitude from he than what all he's sure he can give."