[Umm. Keith doesn't know what to say to that. At all. It's got this
warm feeling spreading through his chest. Maybe he's dying. Or, you know,
maybe he has good friends.
He lifts a hand to rub at his shoulder. Wow Hunk. Ouch.
But...] Thanks, Hunk. Even if I wish neither of us had to be stuck
in this place. I am glad you're here with me.
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Oh.
[Umm. Keith doesn't know what to say to that. At all. It's got this warm feeling spreading through his chest. Maybe he's dying. Or, you know, maybe he has good friends.
He lifts a hand to rub at his shoulder. Wow Hunk. Ouch. But...] Thanks, Hunk. Even if I wish neither of us had to be stuck in this place. I am glad you're here with me.
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Me too. Hey, we're basically team orange, we'll figure it out. [Yellow and red...]
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[Can you be sure of that, Hunk? Because it feels like he's probably dying. This is the end. This is how we go.
He snorts though, despite himself.]
Team orange. Okay. I can live with that.
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[Hunk huffs and puffs proudly, his chin lifted.]