Long as we go after your booty. Besides, I heard you might be into the strong pirate types.
[He knows that Ryan went with that one other counselor, Laura-- the real headstrong girl with an eyepatch. They went together to kill Mr. H, or not. And fuck, did they do so? He doesn't want to ask, although he probably should ask? Or he shouldn't ask.
Fuck.]
...Yeah.
[Shit, he should keep this up, but for once, jokes are coming a little harder right now. The adrenaline or whatever it is have worn off and instead of breaking down and crying, he opts for something else.]
Can you hug me, Ryan? I mean, you don't have to. Just, um. [His voice might crack just a little.] Glad to see you alive-- again.
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[He knows that Ryan went with that one other counselor, Laura-- the real headstrong girl with an eyepatch. They went together to kill Mr. H, or not. And fuck, did they do so? He doesn't want to ask, although he probably should ask? Or he shouldn't ask.
Fuck.]
...Yeah.
[Shit, he should keep this up, but for once, jokes are coming a little harder right now. The adrenaline or whatever it is have worn off and instead of breaking down and crying, he opts for something else.]
Can you hug me, Ryan? I mean, you don't have to. Just, um. [His voice might crack just a little.] Glad to see you alive-- again.