All he really did was make sure Star could see him properly.
[ He sips his coffee quietly, cursing himself-plus-ten-years for making everything weird. And it's not that he doesn't want to be here. It's that he wants to be here and talking and complaining about the small of cigarettes and laughing and he just can't seem to make himself do that. So instead he just lets the awkwardness boil in him and press up against the edges of himself like steam until the pressure gets to be to much and forces words out of him and just hopes they're going to be the right ones. ]
So what the fuck is happening to computers at the end of 1999? Because apparently I was fretting about it the whole time.
[ Not quite the right words. But better than nothing. ]
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[ He sips his coffee quietly, cursing himself-plus-ten-years for making everything weird. And it's not that he doesn't want to be here. It's that he wants to be here and talking and complaining about the small of cigarettes and laughing and he just can't seem to make himself do that. So instead he just lets the awkwardness boil in him and press up against the edges of himself like steam until the pressure gets to be to much and forces words out of him and just hopes they're going to be the right ones. ]
So what the fuck is happening to computers at the end of 1999? Because apparently I was fretting about it the whole time.
[ Not quite the right words. But better than nothing. ]