[ I hope I can make myself be wrong. Tris rubs his temples slowly in little circles, trying to stifle a noise of ease when he feels it coming on. Instead, he just rolls over onto his side. ]
I miss him. I really do. And I'll pick up the slack while you're laying low a couple days, okay?
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I hope I'm wrong.
[ I hope I can make myself be wrong. Tris rubs his temples slowly in little circles, trying to stifle a noise of ease when he feels it coming on. Instead, he just rolls over onto his side. ]
I miss him. I really do. And I'll pick up the slack while you're laying low a couple days, okay?