[His eyes widen at that. It was like looking at someone reaching for their last life line. He's quick to run back over and hold his hand in both of his. It's still warm, still with life. He pulls his hand, resting it against his forehead as he sits back down.]
You're terrible. [He mutters under his breath. He doesn't mean what he says though.]
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You're terrible. [He mutters under his breath. He doesn't mean what he says though.]