[ that said, he appreciates the forehead kiss. he vaguely grabs at finn and tries to pull him down so they can lay together sleepover style. ]
How are you? I'm not the one who died.
[ and he hates saying it out loud. he hates replaying that image in his head, over and over. hates revisiting that feeling of helplessness stabbing into him like an ice pick. he would drink another five vampire four lokos to forget about it, but the first attempt had clearly been unsuccessful. ]
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[ that said, he appreciates the forehead kiss. he vaguely grabs at finn and tries to pull him down so they can lay together sleepover style. ]
How are you? I'm not the one who died.
[ and he hates saying it out loud. he hates replaying that image in his head, over and over. hates revisiting that feeling of helplessness stabbing into him like an ice pick. he would drink another five vampire four lokos to forget about it, but the first attempt had clearly been unsuccessful. ]