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danny sat at the small desk in the corner of his room, the lamp casting a low, amber glow over the crinkled notebook paper. he wasn't sure why he was doing this. he probably wouldn't ever give it to steve, but his head was too loud tonight and the ink seemed like the only way to quiet the static that usually hummed behind his eyes. he gripped the pen a little too tight, feeling the familiar weight of the telekinetic hum beneath his skin before he forced himself to focus on the paper.
dear steve, i'm writing this mostly because i don't know how to say any of it to your face without sounding like a total freak. i'm pretty sure i'm not even going to give this to you. it's just for me to get the words out of my head so i can finally sleep. i spent so long as 005. sometimes i feel like that's all i'll ever be. but even as 005 i always woke up feeling like something was missing. like there was a ghost limb attached to me, something that was supposed to be there but wasn't. i never understood why i felt so empty even when the lab was full of other kids. now that i've found you, it's like i found the part of me i never knew i needed. i'm so happy you're in my life. i'm so grateful that you didn't just turn me away when i showed up with a face that looked just like yours. i know i'm always around, and i know the link between us is a lot to handle. it isn't that i'm sorry for being there, because honestly, some days hearing your voice in my head is the only thing that makes sense. it's welcoming, like i'm finally home. but i know it's hard too. i'm not used to sharing my headspace either, even if i had a head start with these powers back in the lab, sharing your thoughts isn't something anyone prepares you for. we're figuring it out though. we're getting better at knowing when to pull back and when to lean in. i also just wanted you to know that i see how hard you're working. you've been the one looking out for everyone for so long, and you deserve a break. i don't want to be another weight for you to carry. i'm sorry if i worry you or if i seem a little too clingy sometimes. i'm just so scared of that silence coming back, but i never want to be the reason you feel crowded. you deserve to just be a person without the weight of the world on your shoulders. i'm still learning who you are, but even i can see how tired you get. thanks for being my brother, stevie. even if i'm still figuring out what that means. -005 danny
he stared at the words for a long time, the ink still wet in the dim light. he felt a strange sense of relief, a small part of the tension in his chest finally uncoiling. he didn't think much about it once the words were down, so he just left the notebook sitting open on the desk. the pen stayed right there in the crease of the page. nobody ever really came into his room, so he didn't feel the need to hide it away or tuck it under the mattress. he just clicked off the lamp and let the quiet settle over him, finally feeling like he could actually get some rest.
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