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[surface_level]

[ 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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[surface_level]

I understand there is likely nothing to help with such a thing.

[campjesus]

There's something wrong with me. I mean, like... all the way inside. No one can tell me why I'm like this.

No, you can't fix me.

[surface_level]

[ His grip slackens for a moment in surprise. ]


I do not seek to "fix" you.

[campjesus]

Mm.

[surface_level]

You are in pain. I do not claim the ability to help with this, always. I do not expect it to cease.

I want only to try to assist. To know, to try, to continue to do so. If only to share this load, I would do this.

[campjesus]

[ he rubs his cheek against his shoulder. ]

I don't want to think anymore.

[surface_level]

[ He presses his lips to Brody's forehead and speaks against it after a pause. ] These films seem to help with this goal.

[campjesus]

[ he seems to notice that for the first time -- ] You were watching Twilight?

[surface_level]

Unendingly.

[campjesus]

There are easier ways to self-mutilate, you know.

[ ... he's joking. ]

[surface_level]

[ He smiles for a moment, the creases it causes in his cheeks shifting Brody's hair. ]

It caused me to feel closer to you.

[campjesus]

Well if you ever get attacked by a gang of rapists in some nowhere town in Washington I promise to stalk you in a Volvo and run them over.

[surface_level]

Perhaps I must improve your spirits now with a game of baseball.

[campjesus]

Only if you wear the dorky little outfit. With a bouffant.

[surface_level]

This costume is for vampires only. I expect it will flatter you.

[campjesus]

Mmph. [ he crawls into his lap and presses his face against his chest. ]