[He scoots again, but not that far. For once he feels okay about being close to somebody, safe.]
I don't think I'm going to be able to do any more self-defense for a while if he doesn't. [It's really hard to decide whether to laugh or - well, not cry, because he doesn't cry, but something. He settles for burying his face in the stupid pillow. World-class fuckup Cassel Sharpe.]
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[He scoots again, but not that far. For once he feels okay about being close to somebody, safe.]
I don't think I'm going to be able to do any more self-defense for a while if he doesn't. [It's really hard to decide whether to laugh or - well, not cry, because he doesn't cry, but something. He settles for burying his face in the stupid pillow. World-class fuckup Cassel Sharpe.]