[Mike is the rare tween who not only says he would die for his friends, but has actually almost done so. If loving one's friends was an Olympic sport he'd get gold.]
It's okay. [It's not, but he's not sure what else to say.] It really sucks back home, but I guess it sucks here too. I don't know where he'd be safer.
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It's okay. [It's not, but he's not sure what else to say.] It really sucks back home, but I guess it sucks here too. I don't know where he'd be safer.
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[He would say it. But on the other hand, he's not from their world. So he can't say for sure.]
... but you'd know that better than I would.
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[He tucks his foot up into the seat, grubby sneakers shedding dried grave mud.]
My sister's boyfriend, [ he clarifies.] He's here.
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[He ends up leaning on the hood for this, the trepidation on his face turning to something warmer.]
Both parts of it. That you know he's okay -- and more familiar faces for you.