[ Bastien's nod is pressed into Byerly's neck, too. His arms tighten around him. He's never wanted Byerly to settle for all he can ask. He's wanted to be everything — or if he couldn't, to be cool about Byerly getting anything he wasn't elsewhere —
It is what it is. He is what he is. He can only try. ]
Maybe I should tattoo it on my hand.
[ He does not sound especially amused by his own joke. ]
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It is what it is. He is what he is. He can only try. ]
Maybe I should tattoo it on my hand.
[ He does not sound especially amused by his own joke. ]