[ He is a wuss. He's got no nerves for this kind of thing. He's always so damn scared, even when he's trying not to be. When he straightens up from being sick his eyes are hot and hurting, and he rubs his face hard on his raised shoulder and shirt-sleeve to wipe away any wetness on his face.
He doesn't look at the girl when she hands him her sweatshirt, just takes it with shaking hands. Shame soaks him all the way through, like fever-sweat, as he loops it around his waist and ties it to hide as much of him as he can. He tries not to sniffle as he breathes, but his nose is all stopped up from his head hanging down, so some is inevitable. ]
Thank you.
[ He says it so quietly, barely threading through the ringing in his ears. His knee throbs with his racing heartbeat, and he's still trembling as he raises his head and blinks behind his lank hair. ]
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He doesn't look at the girl when she hands him her sweatshirt, just takes it with shaking hands. Shame soaks him all the way through, like fever-sweat, as he loops it around his waist and ties it to hide as much of him as he can. He tries not to sniffle as he breathes, but his nose is all stopped up from his head hanging down, so some is inevitable. ]
Thank you.
[ He says it so quietly, barely threading through the ringing in his ears. His knee throbs with his racing heartbeat, and he's still trembling as he raises his head and blinks behind his lank hair. ]
...do you still wanna go to school?