"You don't gotta worry about her," though it warms his him somewhat, to hear that someone gives a shit about protecting the person inside the body. Loneliness is like that; it sneaks up on you. "She won't do anything to harm this sleeve. She's just pissed someone inside it might do damage."
His nose scrunches up, the only tell that a conflicting thought has crossed his mind. She didn't mean threat, she meant help. He's just too fucking used to threats.
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His nose scrunches up, the only tell that a conflicting thought has crossed his mind. She didn't mean threat, she meant help. He's just too fucking used to threats.
"What could she do?"