[He was there, on the couch, actually visible as he lay there, legs over the edge and head back, staring up at the ceiling. He suddenly wanted to draw on it, his eyes darkly staring, working out an image in his mind. There had been a lot of them lately, growing steady in his head. The woman with the blue skin, the man with the strange hair and piercings, the people in cities that he was sure wasn't here. Flashes from time to time. Ryan. He didn't understand why he saw any of it, or what any of it meant. Most the people he could have met here in the city but he knew that seemed wrong--]
[He sighed, feeling the other boy sit near the couch bed. His back pressed to it. Claudio suddenly lost his train of thought, the simple attempt to calm himself again. His eyes scrunched up again, as if he wanted to be mad, and he rolled over, face into the couch back and back towards Trauma. Arms tucked in and giving a deep sigh.]
[His mind returned right back to being annoyed. He shouldn't be, but he was. He also had no idea what to say. With that he said nothing and glared into the couch back.]
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[He sighed, feeling the other boy sit near the couch bed. His back pressed to it. Claudio suddenly lost his train of thought, the simple attempt to calm himself again. His eyes scrunched up again, as if he wanted to be mad, and he rolled over, face into the couch back and back towards Trauma. Arms tucked in and giving a deep sigh.]
[His mind returned right back to being annoyed. He shouldn't be, but he was. He also had no idea what to say. With that he said nothing and glared into the couch back.]