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@hearthero      [it’s everything dustin can manage to avoid making eye contact with the boy beside him,   foot tapping rhythmically as his knee bounced—processing,   carefully choosing his words.    it hadn’t gone unbeknownst to anyone his absence,   which only seemed to grow as time passed.   the more he gave up on maintaining his carefully crafted facade]    im not missing.   im still /here/ (…)     but,  eddie isn’t.    (he’s not here) and i can’t pretend he is,   like you and lucas.   i can’t..   i can’t act like everything is..   okay

@bardisms  [there’s a long silence that follows after.  the kind that only confirmed what mike was feeling.  and it followed him when he moved to sit right there beside him—hesitant,  maybe even second guessing it.  he sits there, hands folded between his knees,  leaning forward]    i know it’s hard.   i get it.    but when you’re not here we notice—at least, i do.    (…) hard to save the world when someone you care about is missing,   right?

@hearthero       ..i don’t need the spiel.  okay,  mike?(…)i really—don’t.

@DAD0FTHEYEAR        godammit!    [there’s a slight whistle as he attempts to catch his breath,   body folding in on itself as he stumbles towards the older boy]    slow the hell down,  will you!    —i could’ve gotten /lost/ ..      

@bardisms  [there’s a good six feet between them before he realizes his velcro child is nowhere near arms—length. he pauses, reaching out to feel the air beside him then swivels on gravel by the heel of his shoes, arms stretched out]   let’s—go! come on!

@DAD0FTHEYEAR       steve!    —steve,   son of a bitch(…)    what the hell!

@DAD0FTHEYEAR     * all fuh yew

 @stagqrc              me?   no way..   im the happiest guy around :) 

@cubqrc             ..a note to look out for?    sounds ominous 

@falsewyrm               i was more talking to myself anyway