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He'll get that little smile on his face, and his eyes will come together just a little, and you'll know if it was anyone else in the world they'd be crying their lungs out right now. He'll be sitting, or standing, but his head will be resting against something because it'll be too heavy to hold up and his eyes may as well be boring a hole into whatever they've settled on. And for a moment, you might think "oh, he must be having a good memory," but then his hands will start shielding his face from view and if you don't help him now who knows what he'll go do next, but he's never dumb enough to show it around anyone who knows enough to care.
God, you just wanna smack him sometimes. Because he won't let you hug him, even if it's the only thing stopping him from going to the roof and playing trust-fall with the sidewalk.
God, you just wanna smack him sometimes. Because he won't let you hug him, even if it's the only thing stopping him from going to the roof and playing trust-fall with the sidewalk.