[ There is an irrepressible start of something like a smile at the corner of his mouth, the kind of hidden subtlety only Tsenka might notice. Or only his roommates.
He looks down at his drink, and he nods. Yes. ]
It's been almost a year of the three of us, [ after a pause. ] When I started, I don't know that I thought it would last that way. But I don't know how things would be for me, here, without them both.
Lonelier, ( pointing at him with a finger lifted off of her mug. you can be fine and a bit lonely. tsenka is both, she thinks; well enough, or at least as well as can be expected, and still. not displeased by the prospect of company in her small home,
which is better than the gallows, but quieter, too. louder in different and less familiar ways. )
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( she holds her mug between both hands, her knees pulled up, leaning forward into them— )
Makes her feel, mm. More than nothing, less than family. ( a knife-fast smile, ) It feels like the punchline to a joke I hadn't known I was telling.
( and right in the gut, too.
her knees roll to one side. back again. restless. )
You love them? Your roommates.
( she knows you fuckin, marcus. )
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He looks down at his drink, and he nods. Yes. ]
It's been almost a year of the three of us, [ after a pause. ] When I started, I don't know that I thought it would last that way. But I don't know how things would be for me, here, without them both.
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which is better than the gallows, but quieter, too. louder in different and less familiar ways. )
How'd it come to be, you and them?