[ Ganymede quite care for the particulars right now. All he knows is that he can't allow them to sit around and let the scenes tear them inside out. Destroy him again. He'd do anything to avoid that.
He can't posture that he's over it. That none of it affected him.
But, he isn't so selfish as he wished he might be. ]
We...we should submit a complaint.
[ The blond says, his voice tight, not as steady as he'd like it to be but by god there sure is an effort.
...Though, finally, light hits them. They're free from that. Still, his hand is holding on tightly to Michel's hand, like he doesn't want to let go. He will also chance another look, towards his face. ]
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He can't posture that he's over it. That none of it affected him.
But, he isn't so selfish as he wished he might be. ]
We...we should submit a complaint.
[ The blond says, his voice tight, not as steady as he'd like it to be but by god there sure is an effort.
...Though, finally, light hits them. They're free from that. Still, his hand is holding on tightly to Michel's hand, like he doesn't want to let go. He will also chance another look, towards his face. ]