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[arollingstone]

[TJ couldn't help starting to fall asleep. Psii's words held the cushy softness of nostalgia and memories of ultimately enduring times, for all they were shit. TJ could get that. It reminded him of when things were good at the Cantonese place, or with Norm and Michael. When he felt like there were options, however limited.

Honestly, this place wasn't much different. Sure, it was a hell of a lot more dangerous, but the people here? The people here were important. TJ had only known the Signless briefly, and never met the others at all, but hearing Psii talk about them made it feel as if he'd known them all his life. It was comforting in a profound way. He could only imagine what it was for Psii.]

M'glad. [TJ was more asleep than awake now, but he still managed to speak, glasses smooshed up awkwardly on his face.] You knew 'em.

[polariity]

[In that moment, it was a little bit impossible not to feel a twang of protective pity reverberating against the inside of his bloodpump. It was temporary, he knew he said that, but could anyone blame him?]

[Ridiculous stupid fucking stoner with the scars he tried to pass off and a past that clung to his ankles determining how fast or slow he could go at any random time. With how much self hatred boils in his stomach sometimes, it was surprising sometimes to him just how much he can like the guy with all those similarities when he'd sooner punch himself in the face for the very same traits. With an awkward kind of tenderness, he threaded his claws lightly through those dumb yellow dreads one more time.]

Yeah. Me too. [The gentle fuzzy warmth of psionics flowed along the furs, tugging them up and wrapping TJ around them securely.] C'mon. Go to thleep.

I'm thtaying here for ath long ath you need me.