[bitch you are BOTH freaking out, nothing's real in this bitch!
Sigh. Gregor's at least somewhat used to having his trauma yanked out and paraded around in front of him by now, so he's able to crawl his way on over to Roland and sling an arm around his shoulders. Not tight. Just. There.]
Got you, man. It's okay. We'll figure this out in a minute. [Even if he keeps shooting the discarded flags looks, between his wobbly attempts to be so useful, so helpful, such a good buddy friend pal.
Better to focus on Roland than on the flag. The stupid fucking teenager plastered on it, photoshopped to high hell, grotesque and handsome all in one. What's Roland holding? That's more interesting. What's that? The note's identical to his, but he can't peg what Roland's holding, and he can't ask if brother's freaking out.] Breathe in, hold, out. That's what all the quacks told me.
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Sigh. Gregor's at least somewhat used to having his trauma yanked out and paraded around in front of him by now, so he's able to crawl his way on over to Roland and sling an arm around his shoulders. Not tight. Just. There.]
Got you, man. It's okay. We'll figure this out in a minute. [Even if he keeps shooting the discarded flags looks, between his wobbly attempts to be so useful, so helpful, such a good buddy friend pal.
Better to focus on Roland than on the flag. The stupid fucking teenager plastered on it, photoshopped to high hell, grotesque and handsome all in one. What's Roland holding? That's more interesting. What's that? The note's identical to his, but he can't peg what Roland's holding, and he can't ask if brother's freaking out.] Breathe in, hold, out. That's what all the quacks told me.