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[ He hasn't gone anywhere. In fact, he hasn't exactly moved, or eaten, or spoken, since he has yet to hear what he's wishing to hear. Lucas sits against the wall wrapped in a coat, staring at a screen that he's managed to make show all of the Twilight films on repeat (yes, seriously). ]

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[fuckvampires]

We can go to him.

[surface_level]

I do not know what I could say that will not cause him to loathe me.

[fuckvampires]

Then I'll talk to him. You can just be there to support him.

[surface_level]

[ He begins to push himself up against the wall. ]

Do you think this will help him?

[fuckvampires]

...I don't know. I really don't. I just can't keep watching him drown.

[surface_level]

I will help in any way that I can.

[fuckvampires]

I'll talk to him. But you have to let him know he's hurting you, or he won't change anything.

[surface_level]

It is not because of my pain that he should change.

[fuckvampires]

That don't mean he shouldn't know he's been hurting you.

[surface_level]

I can not.

He is here now.

[fuckvampires]

...Okay. I'll talk to him later. Just let me know if you need help, alright?

[surface_level]

You have my thanks