[Connor swallows when Dirk brushes his hand over his hair. His hair's tied up in a bunch of self-image shit for him, so it's. The contact makes something settle in his chest, warm and quiet.]
Before the breakdown If I keep running, I'll escape it One day I might make it far away from home where every broken bone and scar won't define just who you are Someday I'll grow up just like you should before the breakdown breaks you for good
[His voice quiets on the last line until the last word is basically whispered. Synchrony feels... different? To him. Or rather, it's not so much something he feels as something he hears as the midpoint of a mashup and harmony blending into melody. The problem is that new emotions take a while for him to interpret properly and he can't quite tell what happened there. Instead of worrying about it, he breathes.]
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Before the breakdown
If I keep running, I'll escape it
One day I might make it
far away from home
where every broken bone and scar
won't define just who you are
Someday I'll grow up just like you should
before the breakdown breaks you for good
[His voice quiets on the last line until the last word is basically whispered. Synchrony feels... different? To him. Or rather, it's not so much something he feels as something he hears as the midpoint of a mashup and harmony blending into melody. The problem is that new emotions take a while for him to interpret properly and he can't quite tell what happened there. Instead of worrying about it, he breathes.]
I can't really tell how well that worked, so you're going to have to give me a review here.