We were supposed to be. I wanted us to be. [He shrugs. He does miss his brother. He hates that his brother wasn't safe for him to be around.
His eyes dart from side to side as he looks at the table, perhaps the first robotic moment he's done. They're tracing over the path Narvin's ball has just taken.]
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Date: 2012-08-05 07:21 am (UTC)His eyes dart from side to side as he looks at the table, perhaps the first robotic moment he's done. They're tracing over the path Narvin's ball has just taken.]