[He just groans and buries his head back on his shoulder. He's smiling, though, so the distaction was successful. And he pops the orange slice back into his mouth to get the last of the juice because look. Oranges are important.
The worry isn't gone, but he's shoving it back, forcing himself to focus on the present, and the friends he has with him. Not the ones who are gone.]
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The worry isn't gone, but he's shoving it back, forcing himself to focus on the present, and the friends he has with him. Not the ones who are gone.]
Is there anything your sunglasses can't do...?