❛ BETCHA DIDN’T RECOGNISE ME without all the cuts ‘n’ scrapes to boot, huh. ❜ a vague gesture is made to his own countenance, a rare moment of intact splendour. when he’s clean, he glows. words are difficult, a stopping point positioned between the cohesive desire to voice himself and the physical inability to do so. ❛ listen, i uh— i wanted to thank you for always — y’know — fixin’ me up. ❜ a weak smile presses his mouth upward, hand drumming a wave of tension out of his body. head bows, huff of a laugh akin to embarrassment. being an outlaw doesn’t garner his pride.
❛ i think— i think i might be over all that. leavin’ it behind me, for good. ❜
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