[his will imposes a weak kind of trail – where when noticed, things out of focus darken just enough to make the light of him brighter, a little trail cutting the sharp turn and long walk to where Blue's had to stop.
seated at a bus stop bench, he's sagged forward, head in his hands and fingers curled tight into his hair. the tablet's in his lap, so at least when he needs to say something the sound can fall down toward it.
exhausted, but still burning with distress and irritation. while his jaw is clenched this tight, it's easier to think than speak.]
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[his will imposes a weak kind of trail – where when noticed, things out of focus darken just enough to make the light of him brighter, a little trail cutting the sharp turn and long walk to where Blue's had to stop.
seated at a bus stop bench, he's sagged forward, head in his hands and fingers curled tight into his hair. the tablet's in his lap, so at least when he needs to say something the sound can fall down toward it.
exhausted, but still burning with distress and irritation. while his jaw is clenched this tight, it's easier to think than speak.]
Forgive me. I meant to get up...