[ The last thing he wants to do. There's some sort of cosmic irony here, that Kyna had told him she wasn't alright and now here he is, trying to figure out how to word what he wants to. He stays there, not near the counter or the door or the walls to her apartment, staring at the ground like it's done him a personal wrong.
Just fucking say something, Lowell. Don't just stand there. Just fucking say something. ]
Ask me again.
[ has this happened to you before? Blue eyes glance upward, fix onto hers. ]
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[ The last thing he wants to do. There's some sort of cosmic irony here, that Kyna had told him she wasn't alright and now here he is, trying to figure out how to word what he wants to. He stays there, not near the counter or the door or the walls to her apartment, staring at the ground like it's done him a personal wrong.
Just fucking say something, Lowell. Don't just stand there. Just fucking say something. ]
Ask me again.
[ has this happened to you before? Blue eyes glance upward, fix onto hers. ]
Ask me again, Kyna.