Trauma made a sound like a huff that might've even been something like a laugh in a better mood. Because easy wasn't something that happened with them. Not ever. Not really. And Trauma rolled his eyes as he continued to try and clean himself up, muttering through the washcloth like this was something other people did.
This really wasn't what other people did anyway. Other people didn't fight and work through and come up with more crap to fight and freak out about....or they did, they just had a different brand of things to freak out about. They all said fuck being normal so damn much but jesus. It would be nice to be, just every so often.
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Date: 2014-09-13 07:30 am (UTC)This really wasn't what other people did anyway. Other people didn't fight and work through and come up with more crap to fight and freak out about....or they did, they just had a different brand of things to freak out about. They all said fuck being normal so damn much but jesus. It would be nice to be, just every so often.
"Hey." He said finally.
"I need you to...actually talk to me?"