"What, what d'you mean?" he asks. He leans a knee into the space that Kirby's vacated, but his hand hesitates, hovering over Alex's shoulder. "Why do you feel like this?" His voice is smaller this time, and he hates the way it wavers, but he knows it's not all his.
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Date: 2020-06-19 08:17 pm (UTC)