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Ryan is, rather unsurpisingly, curled up in his tree. He's more miserable than usual, arms wrapped around his knees and face buried in said knees. He's trying rather obstinately not to cry hard, or at all, but a few tears leak out of his eyes. He doesn't like crying, but when everything is pressing down upon him, he can't help it.
He doesn't want this, he doesn't want people wanting him for their own, he doesn't. He doesn't even know why they do. But he doesn't want it and he wants them to stop and he wants to feel safe again.
The emo radiates...
He doesn't want this, he doesn't want people wanting him for their own, he doesn't. He doesn't even know why they do. But he doesn't want it and he wants them to stop and he wants to feel safe again.
The emo radiates...