Yeah, well, he's run in to do plenty of stupid shit on his own, too. Don't think too highly of him.
[ this is teasing, too, in the way that you have to dunk on someone you basically consider your brother. as vax is saying this, he glances over, though, and sees the bubble. ]
Ah, shit - [ and reaches up like he's going to touch it again? ]
[they say, reaching to grab his wrist. a pause, and then they slide up to tap the bubble with a little yellow-orange shiver. a memory plays, from that timestamp to 2:06:37. however, all the names and faces are blurred out except for the red head girl's. haha! wild!]
the girl's assessment of bass is not off - that they shine, so brightly. he can see it here, too - can't all of them?- and for a moment, the heavy weight of bass's grief weighs hard on his shoulders as he blinks free of the memory and back into reality.
before he's even really realizing it - he knows that bass has his wrist - he shifts his hand free to reach over and hug him. ]
[they say, after a moment. for now they're going to just let him hold on, because that feels better than not. they're okay, though. they're... they're fine.]
She seemed pretty great, right? [they say.] I don't remember a lot else about her other than what you just saw.
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Yeah, well, he's run in to do plenty of stupid shit on his own, too. Don't think too highly of him.
[ this is teasing, too, in the way that you have to dunk on someone you basically consider your brother. as vax is saying this, he glances over, though, and sees the bubble. ]
Ah, shit - [ and reaches up like he's going to touch it again? ]
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[they say, reaching to grab his wrist. a pause, and then they slide up to tap the bubble with a little yellow-orange shiver. a memory plays, from that timestamp to 2:06:37. however, all the names and faces are blurred out except for the red head girl's. haha! wild!]
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... it's a hard memory to watch.
the girl's assessment of bass is not off - that they shine, so brightly. he can see it here, too - can't all of them?- and for a moment, the heavy weight of bass's grief weighs hard on his shoulders as he blinks free of the memory and back into reality.
before he's even really realizing it - he knows that bass has his wrist - he shifts his hand free to reach over and hug him. ]
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... Sorry that sucked. [they say, in a small voice.]
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[ this is almost immediate, low and quiet, and squeezes them a little tighter. ] I'm sorry, that you had to go through that. For your loss.
[ the "not again" echoes, too, though he doesn't say anything about that, for now. ]
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[they say, after a moment. for now they're going to just let him hold on, because that feels better than not. they're okay, though. they're... they're fine.]
She seemed pretty great, right? [they say.] I don't remember a lot else about her other than what you just saw.