[He slinks away slightly, dropping his head and leaning against the wall. Then he's pulled away his little refuge, wall torn down by Gideon's ever impressive biceps. He buries his face in her shoulder. He barely notices that it's cold. He doesn't even care.]
I don't... know. I don't know how to be any place but here.
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I don't... know. I don't know how to be any place but here.