[ There sure is a large gaping hole in his story and he is going to be damned if he willingly fills it any time soon.
He turns down the water bottle and then hefts himself up, grimacing as pain flares here and a joint cracks there. Barely 18 and he already feels like an old man. Guess those drugs really do a number on the body, not that he has access to them anymore. A small thread of misery coils at the pit of his stomach at the thought but he stomps it back down. ]
Thanks, then. [ He waffles a bit, then turns towards that bag still sitting on the steps. ] Need a hand?
[ Just gonna pointedly ignore that first question. ]
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He turns down the water bottle and then hefts himself up, grimacing as pain flares here and a joint cracks there. Barely 18 and he already feels like an old man. Guess those drugs really do a number on the body, not that he has access to them anymore. A small thread of misery coils at the pit of his stomach at the thought but he stomps it back down. ]
Thanks, then. [ He waffles a bit, then turns towards that bag still sitting on the steps. ] Need a hand?
[ Just gonna pointedly ignore that first question. ]