[So, here he is. Sitting around. Minding his own business. Drinking the water. Relaxing a little. At long last, he's not alone; at long last, he's got someone who can help him drag Midnight to a bed.
And then Gregor says he's a good kid and Sylvain chokes on his water, he fucking chokes on it, he gestures that he's okay if either of them look at him while thumping his chest a little because Saints, he was not prepared for that.]
I'm fine.
[See, he's fine. Wheeze! Breaths. Words?]
I guess? [They just met. Are they? What? Good kid? The existential crisis continues.]
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And then Gregor says he's a good kid and Sylvain chokes on his water, he fucking chokes on it, he gestures that he's okay if either of them look at him while thumping his chest a little because Saints, he was not prepared for that.]
I'm fine.
[See, he's fine. Wheeze! Breaths. Words?]
I guess? [They just met. Are they? What? Good kid? The existential crisis continues.]