He pulls his hand away and moves away from the table, to sit on the stairs instead.
Nibbles bats at his hair and he cracks a smile, weak as it is.
"Okay." A year is more than he could hope for back home. So he draws himself back together. K didn't tell him. K could have gone home that night and died and he hadn't told Jesus but that's in the past now.
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Date: 2023-01-30 07:27 pm (UTC)Nibbles bats at his hair and he cracks a smile, weak as it is.
"Okay." A year is more than he could hope for back home. So he draws himself back together. K didn't tell him. K could have gone home that night and died and he hadn't told Jesus but that's in the past now.
Quit and keep moving forward, as they say.
"Okay. We have a year. I'm glad we do."