[ The silence isn’t comfortable, but then neither was the talking. Neither is hands brushing accidentally when they both wrap their arms around Sypha. Neither is much of anything, these days. Everything is just a little uncomfortable. Maybe a lot. And he can’t just leave, because he promised Sypha that he wouldn’t. But fuck, things would probably be better if he could.
He finishes working on the gun eventually, putting the last piece into place and putting it down. ]
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He finishes working on the gun eventually, putting the last piece into place and putting it down. ]
Don. Still need somwthing moved?