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[Pain is sitting outside a kitchen, carving up a piece of wood with a pocketknife. He's waiting for Alek to finish making dinner so they can walk home. He's feeling...numb, really, after what happened. Fear and Alek, Alek and Fear--he doesn't know whey they like each other so much, and why the nexus keeps on forcing them together.
Pain loves Alek. Pain is in love with Alek. But they're in trouble again and he doesn't know what to do. He could certainly use a distraction, anyway.]
Pain loves Alek. Pain is in love with Alek. But they're in trouble again and he doesn't know what to do. He could certainly use a distraction, anyway.]