[behind her is more nothing, more stillness, more silence; it's so quiet here, he thinks, and immediately hates the sick thrum of homesickness (not the place; the person) that churns in his gut]
[but after a moment, there's a metallic sound; a lighter flicked idly open with a had that was too chewed up to belong to a fourteen year old above the ground]
[flick, catch. flick, catch. like a signal fire, or a lighthouse, maybe: communication still being attempted in the dark]
[and he suddenly wants to start babbling at her I hurt him, I lost it and I hurt him, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what's happening to me, I know exactly what's fucking happening to me, but all that comes out is]
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[but after a moment, there's a metallic sound; a lighter flicked idly open with a had that was too chewed up to belong to a fourteen year old above the ground]
[flick, catch. flick, catch. like a signal fire, or a lighthouse, maybe: communication still being attempted in the dark]
[and he suddenly wants to start babbling at her I hurt him, I lost it and I hurt him, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what's happening to me, I know exactly what's fucking happening to me, but all that comes out is]
Can't sleep neither, huh.