[ The mental effort causes the beginnings of a headache to throb in his left temple. He ignores it, the ghost of a smile forming when she asks her question. ]
Yeah, I did. [ Paid for it too, but at least the he could say he tried. ] Don't think I would've without my friend.
[ A brunette boy, young man - a single spike of pain the first time you look up at him and realize you'll never be of a height. She'd asked him if he missed home yet. He misses it now (misses what it was like not to watch someone die a violent death). ]
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Yeah, I did. [ Paid for it too, but at least the he could say he tried. ] Don't think I would've without my friend.
[ A brunette boy, young man - a single spike of pain the first time you look up at him and realize you'll never be of a height. She'd asked him if he missed home yet. He misses it now (misses what it was like not to watch someone die a violent death). ]