It's easy to fall into the habit of settling close, cheek tipped to Locus' shoulder. Like this is normal (it is), like this is how they are (it really is), like there's nothing scary on the horizon.
Then, of course, those words and even with Locus being self aware, he groans. "We built our friendship on not talking about shit, remember?"
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Then, of course, those words and even with Locus being self aware, he groans. "We built our friendship on not talking about shit, remember?"
Manfully ignoring things.