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[onlyoneof]

[shhh shhh only continuations now]

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[onlyoneof]

Hah.

[skepticalities]

[gets up, walks over, and hugs him.

tightly.]

[onlyoneof]

[I AM NOT CRYING ON YOU. But I am hugging back and being sad for a bit]

[skepticalities]

[well.

. . . I might be sad for you.]

[onlyoneof]

[I FAILED MY FUTURE DAUGHTER AND SHE GOT ROPED INTO WORLD SAVING AND IT SUCKS]

[skepticalities]

[. . . yeah this is terrible.]

[onlyoneof]

[i'm glad you love me anyway]

[skepticalities]

[your shoulder might be a little wet.

sry.]

[onlyoneof]

[NO WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT]

[skepticalities]

[shhh.]

[onlyoneof]

[THIS IS TERRIBLE. I. I GUESS I'LL TRY TO BE COMFORTING]

... Lincoln...

[skepticalities]

[nope, not movin'.]

. . . sorry, ah. We should finish eating.

[onlyoneof]

... hey, I'm right here.

[skepticalities]

[pulls back, taking off his glasses and neatly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand in one quick movement.]

Yeah. You are. I know that.

[onlyoneof]

I might be alive there too. It's okay.

[skepticalities]

[slips his glasses back on quickly.]

Of course it is. I know that.

[onlyoneof]

You don't have to cry over me.

[skepticalities]

I'm not.

[onlyoneof]

... what was that, then?

[skepticalities]

I wasn't—

[onlyoneof]

...

[skepticalities]

[ughhhhh. feelings!!]

[onlyoneof]

I'm sorry my life sucks?

[skepticalities]

. . . I wasn't crying . . .

[onlyoneof]

[glances at his own shirt]