[ jusis has to stop himself from nearly bumping into julius—lost in thoughts, as they say. at first, he worries, realizing how far he's slipped out of his usual composure. he can't imagine he seems particularly capable in this state, and he would hate for it to be the first impression he makes—
but that's a much more pleasant response than he anticipated, all things considered. ]
I— [ jusis shuts his eyes, too, but it's because he's biting back his reflexive desire to say something about how he doesn't need the help. ] I'm eighteen. Why?
no subject
but that's a much more pleasant response than he anticipated, all things considered. ]
I— [ jusis shuts his eyes, too, but it's because he's biting back his reflexive desire to say something about how he doesn't need the help. ] I'm eighteen. Why?