It's a little different and we both know it. If it wasn't, you wouldn't be doing that thing where you deflect and pretend it doesn't matter and shutter like a brooklyn bodega
You were textbook deflecting my dude. Listen all I'm saying is maybe you should think about it, talk about it sometimes. And if you ever decide you want to, hit me up and I'll be there to listen to what you have to say. Or type. Or whatever.
[ talking about anything isn't going to help him, but if he says that, then he'll just get something similar to what he's getting right now. it's like being chastised without the actual chastising. however that works.
larus thinks 'because you can relate?' even as he types something completely different. ]
i can't make any promises, but i'll consider it. that's all i can give you right now.
[ he gives larus his time, though he'd prefer to keep ticking out his anxiety spam-texting.
the response comes in the form of a vid file: all black at the edges, only a wan round circle of light at the center. it's shakycammed, because neal's uneasy, but the image slowly congeals into something decipherable.
it's a rock wall, covered in petroglyphs and strange symbols. and when the camera pans down, there's a bright blue jacket lying on the dirt floor. ]
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It's like the most important thing.
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but it's no different than how human you are.
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If it wasn't, you wouldn't be doing that thing where you deflect and pretend it doesn't matter and shutter like a brooklyn bodega
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is this really a conversation you want to have right now?
[ because it's certainly not one he wants to have. ]
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Listen all I'm saying is maybe you should think about it, talk about it sometimes. And if you ever decide you want to, hit me up and I'll be there to listen to what you have to say. Or type. Or whatever.
Ok?
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larus thinks 'because you can relate?' even as he types something completely different. ]
i can't make any promises, but i'll consider it.
that's all i can give you right now.
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how's your cave?
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the response comes in the form of a vid file: all black at the edges, only a wan round circle of light at the center. it's shakycammed, because neal's uneasy, but the image slowly congeals into something decipherable.
it's a rock wall, covered in petroglyphs and strange symbols. and when the camera pans down, there's a bright blue jacket lying on the dirt floor. ]