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[bitingcynicism]

[Tonight, emerging from deep in the cornfields, there is a young man. A young man who has been liberally splashed in zombie blood and other ichor and whose eyes glow a flickering red. At his side, is a smoking gun, which he's proceeding to reload, even as his eyes scan the rows of corn for more targets. He also looks completely exhausted to the

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[lipstickittoyou]

*walking over to :|*

[lipstickittoyou]

*wraps an arm around and pets his hair*

This spot was perfect. We were able to see you and take you to rest.

[bitingcynicism]

Too many were worried.

[lipstickittoyou]

Of course, they care for you. The answer isn't to hide when there's a problem though. Wouldn't you be more upset to know I was planning to hide when I'm having trouble than if I just came out with it?

[bitingcynicism]

That's different. You're not going to get anyone hurt.

[lipstickittoyou]

It's not different.

[bitingcynicism]

It is.

[Searching jacket for his tablet bottle, as they walk.]

[lipstickittoyou]

People will get hurt if you hide when you're hurting though. Either way, people get hurt.

[bitingcynicism]

[And dropping it and spilling some.]

I'm not...

[lipstickittoyou]

*Crouches down picking that up*

Don't lie.

[bitingcynicism]

I'm not hurting. It's... something else. I don't want to talk about it.

[lipstickittoyou]

Okay, if you don't want to talk about it right now then I won't push. Can we please go inside though?

[bitingcynicism]

[I reaaaaallly don't want to. Glancing further off for a moment.]

[lipstickittoyou]

Zero, I can't read your mind, you know. You're going to have to tell me what you're thinking.

[bitingcynicism]

[Lowers his eyes some and then turns back to.]

... All right. We'll go.

[lipstickittoyou]

*Arm around and leading to the cabin then*