[He's kind of ended up wanted, hasn't he? People who...don't mind having him around. Who even let him live with them, and get him jackets, and laugh at him when he does some ridiculous kind of flailing dance-move that nets ridicule and exasperation and cheers alike.]
[He's gotten people thanking him for his help. Who smile at him, and agree to fix his clothes. Who hold his hand. Who...god, it's actually unfathomable, when he thinks about it. Like it or not, he has formed attachments. People he's happier for having in his life. People he...]
[Shit.]
["Ghosts." The doctors must've passed at some point, and left her alone. And that's something he should address, should but can't, the lump in his throat having swollen to an unendurable size. He can only barely manage to work the words past:]
Yeah. Yeah, it's funny, huh?
[One corner of his mouth quirks upwards, a partial, pained semblance of a smile.]
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[He's kind of ended up wanted, hasn't he? People who...don't mind having him around. Who even let him live with them, and get him jackets, and laugh at him when he does some ridiculous kind of flailing dance-move that nets ridicule and exasperation and cheers alike.]
[He's gotten people thanking him for his help. Who smile at him, and agree to fix his clothes. Who hold his hand. Who...god, it's actually unfathomable, when he thinks about it. Like it or not, he has formed attachments. People he's happier for having in his life. People he...]
[Shit.]
["Ghosts." The doctors must've passed at some point, and left her alone. And that's something he should address, should but can't, the lump in his throat having swollen to an unendurable size. He can only barely manage to work the words past:]
Yeah. Yeah, it's funny, huh?
[One corner of his mouth quirks upwards, a partial, pained semblance of a smile.]
Well, you're someone I wanna be with.