good enough ain't good enough for you or me, and feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity
Of course, the compliment on his gaze does spark a quiet laugh to leave from the boy, a small shake of his head. “Back on about the girls, huh?” He teases lightly, though he still hasn’t given it much thought. No pull or tug toward exploring, unsure of where to even start in a place like this where it seemed like everyone knew what they were doing and here he was – inexperienced and young. Maybe he’ll just wait, surely his mother would appreciate that.
But he puffs out a quiet sigh as Zeph talks of his son, and while he slings a few more sandbags into place, moving back to grab a few more, he sidles up next to Zeph and looks up with those dualtoned eyes – bright and eager to hear more. “There’s not a lot of people that are my age around… At least ones that seem nice.” He half mumbles, setting another bag up into place. “What was he like?”
But he puffs out a quiet sigh as Zeph talks of his son, and while he slings a few more sandbags into place, moving back to grab a few more, he sidles up next to Zeph and looks up with those dualtoned eyes – bright and eager to hear more. “There’s not a lot of people that are my age around… At least ones that seem nice.” He half mumbles, setting another bag up into place. “What was he like?”
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