[Blitzø, for his part, just blubbers into his knees when Stolas doesn't just lean into him, but says what he does. He doesn't unstick his mouth enough to make any of it words, eventually giving up entirely and coughing a short series of hitched half-sobs before he sits up, smearing large hands over his face. It's graceless, but a similar gesture to the forced calm Stolas had taken on after sobbing into his lap at the party. It's hardly intentional, just-- yet another way they were too similar.]
[He withers sideways into Stolas' shoulder, hands still over his face.] Fuuuck I would like to exchange emotions for Not Emotions, thanks.
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[He withers sideways into Stolas' shoulder, hands still over his face.] Fuuuck I would like to exchange emotions for Not Emotions, thanks.