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[ was he going to say something else? part of him says yes, but the slightly more hesitant side wants to squash whatever else is bubbling up in his throat. hand still on his mouth, he shakes his head, and then, almost carefully, he drops it to his side. the milkshake he still holds feels more tempting than having more of a conversation. he just can't bring himself to take another sip considering how easily he'd blurted out such a secret after having done so. ]

I didn't mean to? [ the slight shrug of his shoulders does nothing to stop his mouth apparently. there is the slightest little pause before he squeaks out: ] Do you believe in clones?

[ like he's asking if he believes in ghosts. ]