[He staggers against Nine, flopping clumsily onto the bed where he's directed, blinking wide, coral patterned eyes at the blond.]
But... [One hand comes up so he can chew at his cuticles, a habit he had mostly stopped since coming back but picked back up now and then, enough that most of his nail bed had been replaced entirely with stone.]
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But... [One hand comes up so he can chew at his cuticles, a habit he had mostly stopped since coming back but picked back up now and then, enough that most of his nail bed had been replaced entirely with stone.]
You deserve better, Nine.