( His brow furrows, and he glances down. Yeah. People are pretty universally messed up, it seems, and he's not quite sure what to do with this situation. People don't talk to him except for Max. She could make sense of things. Stephanie tore pieces away accidentally, Ella he wasn't sure if she was making fun before, or so bound up in all those things that sound far, far too complicated to fathom that she didn't think. People are complicated, and he is so bad at understanding them, so he holds his silence at as his hands twist around one another. When he tries to help his sister, things had gotten worse.
Eventually, he drags his gaze back up, and wonders if he should mention that the mood wasn't that great before, but elects to not. )
It, um. It sound l-like a l-lot-- a lot of p-pressure.
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Eventually, he drags his gaze back up, and wonders if he should mention that the mood wasn't that great before, but elects to not. )
It, um. It sound l-like a l-lot-- a lot of p-pressure.
( So wise. So insightful. )