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[ ughhhh. ]

I don't trust any of 'em with it.

Ain't sayin' I trust 'em with it, either.

But I'll do what I gotta.

. . .

He . . . prob'ly won't abuse it.

[. . . he brushes his hair back again]

Hope not.

[ closes his eye. ]

IF he does, I'll kill him.

[he makes a soft noise]

Don't worry too much 'bout it, bro.

Burn the whole goddamn world for ya if I gotta, bro.

I know ya would. I'd do it for ya, too.

Yup. S'just how we roll.

Mhm. Ain't nothin' more important.

Damn straight.

[ tilts his head into his touch. ]

[he smiles a little at that, hand petting his hair again]

[ relaxes a bit more. this is fine. ]

[they can talk about plot and whatever a little later, this is nicer]

[ yeah they'll emerge in a few and chat with the others, but for now

decompressing around bro. ]

[important bro time. He keeps his hand's movement slow, less awkward now that he's getting used to doing this again]