[And he is like the devoted or the dead. Because he feels so incomplete, he cleaves to the completeness of others, the perceived seamlessness of their perfect existence.
He follows to the kitchen, eyes widening in confusion and then comprehension as he witnesses the sleeping arrangement.]
Yeah...? It happens that I chill pretty easily, so... this should work well.
[He pulls himself up, all big joints and small narrow bones.]
Please don't forget. I have so much work left to do.
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[And he is like the devoted or the dead. Because he feels so incomplete, he cleaves to the completeness of others, the perceived seamlessness of their perfect existence.
He follows to the kitchen, eyes widening in confusion and then comprehension as he witnesses the sleeping arrangement.]
Yeah...? It happens that I chill pretty easily, so... this should work well.
[He pulls himself up, all big joints and small narrow bones.]
Please don't forget. I have so much work left to do.