[ he just sort of stays there, for a long moment - tense, tense, tense underneath beau's grip. he doesn't cry, even at the hand in his hair, because being reminded of this fucking sucks, but it's not new. that's just how things were. kuko...
... he shakes his head, after a second of this, letting beau hold him tight for a minute, and then says, muffled, quiet. ] ...it's okay, Beau.
[ yeah. it's okay. he pushes himself away, finally, letting go, and inhales, reaching up to scrub at his face. ]
...just been a while, since I thought about that. The first part. [ the second part never leaves him. kuko. he was my best friend. ] ...he's a good guy.
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... he shakes his head, after a second of this, letting beau hold him tight for a minute, and then says, muffled, quiet. ] ...it's okay, Beau.
[ yeah. it's okay. he pushes himself away, finally, letting go, and inhales, reaching up to scrub at his face. ]
...just been a while, since I thought about that. The first part. [ the second part never leaves him. kuko. he was my best friend. ] ...he's a good guy.