[looks up from grassball, flicking it away down the hill]

Nah. I meant-

[frustrated sucking on teeth noise because he doesn't want to spell feelings out. it's gross.]

Losing Sam, Clara. Any other time, right about now, I wouldn't have crap. Everyone else I know, they bit it too young and bloody. It's not like I'm rolling in besties. I'm not saying I'm not barely holding on, I'm just...saying.

[im
glad ur here
and not distracted by wars in heaven or archangels or being insane
or whatever the fuck hes saying]