aidan
"sorry for what, exactly?" everett asks, not breaking the eye contact.
"for being a dick," he recalls from their last conversation. "for punching you. for not saying thank you after you helped me through my anxiety attack."
"you're welcome."
"thank you," he says, a smile edging its way onto aidan's face.
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the brain project [1]
Historia Corta❝ am i supposed to believe that you're not still a dick? ❞ ❝ yes. ❞ ❝ no. ❞ ❝ maybe. ❞