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[blackfellsun]

[ It's not the first time he's had this particular sharp object out in public, but it's not unsheathed, and he doesn't look like he intends to use it or anything.

He's just sitting there, staring off into space, and gently running his fingers over it. ]

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[didntlikeit]

[He shakes it, as carefully as one would expect him to.]

Yes. In a way. I try.

[blackfellsun]

Does that mean you're actually offering to solve my problems?

[didntlikeit]

I can mostly listen here.

[It's an apology.]

Do you have problems needing to be solved?

[blackfellsun]

[ A little laugh, as he ducks his head. ]

Not unless you can find a person, without any idea where to start.

[ He brushes at one eye quickly, under the guise of pushing his hair back as he looks up again. ] It's not really a problem, I guess. Just... something. I miss him... and I hope he's okay.

[didntlikeit]

Sometimes the lost prefer not to be found. Although that's hardly the case most of the time.

[blackfellsun]

Even knowing if that was the case would make me feel better. [ He tries to shrug as if it's no big deal, and folds his arms across his lap. ] I'm sorry. It's nice of you to ask, anyway.

[didntlikeit]

My parents haven't talked to me in... [he pretends to check a watch he doesn't have.] Three years now. Told me why, exactly. Wish they hadn't.

[blackfellsun]

Your own parents? That's horrible!

[didntlikeit]

They were, actually. Horrible.

But that probably doesn't help, sorry.