[ Thomas lifts up a little from his slump on the unmade bed as he opens the door, clenching and unclenching his jaw in thought. He's not entirely sure how this works, really.
He supposes it doesn't matter. ]
Hey. [ Lifting his hand up, he smooths his hair away from his face. ] Why are you here?
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He supposes it doesn't matter. ]
Hey. [ Lifting his hand up, he smooths his hair away from his face. ] Why are you here?