[ He lets himself have a quiet moment to think, retreating into his head. It might actually be more than he expected, to be honest. For once he doesn’t have to settle for something that’s not entirely him, always half something else.
He has - he could use the small box he has in this pocket, but that’s a mistake. The gravity of which he hasn’t finished facing yet. And… someone else had a hand in it, too.
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He has - he could use the small box he has in this pocket, but that’s a mistake. The gravity of which he hasn’t finished facing yet. And… someone else had a hand in it, too.
These earrings were chosen by him, for him. ]
… Yeah, I think they are.
[ For however long he’s here. ]