Rubs his eyes like he can bring something back
Something up fyi of the surface but all he gets is blue red orange the imprint of the Sun he started at too long
Soft, empty co u k son puts a hand on his shoulder.
Beginners barely rtf touching him. They eYes y out would if you were Collison.
Polite, no emotion. No clench, no curve th o his hand. Just the light of his eyes waiting for an answer.
I’m fine he says tougher than he meant to, unintentionally. Smoothies his metal arm.
Smoothies the back of his neck.
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