[A part of him wants to argue, but no protests emerge from the sullen teen as he keeps quiet, silently following her order. He has no energy, not to mention it's hard for him to argue against her in the first place. Guess she wouldn't be affected that quickly anyway... and he'll be sure to keep an eye on her fingers. See if those terrible markings start showing up on her.
He hopes to whatever god out there that she somehow stays okay. It seems improbable, since she's close to him now, but maybe this place will at least be nice to her for once.]
...Yeah, actually. [His face tilts somewhat, trying to get a glimpse of her expression as she rests her chin against him. She... pretty much nailed it right on the head, almost immediately, and something dull but still painful curls around his heart because of that. He's glad she understands, but also. What does that really mean? An acute pain throbs in his chest, because even though nothing seems to really matter, it still hurts.]
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He hopes to whatever god out there that she somehow stays okay. It seems improbable, since she's close to him now, but maybe this place will at least be nice to her for once.]
...Yeah, actually. [His face tilts somewhat, trying to get a glimpse of her expression as she rests her chin against him. She... pretty much nailed it right on the head, almost immediately, and something dull but still painful curls around his heart because of that. He's glad she understands, but also. What does that really mean? An acute pain throbs in his chest, because even though nothing seems to really matter, it still hurts.]
Do you... feel that way a lot?