[They're sitting in Oska somewhere, by the lake perhaps.
It's late, and his blue eyes flit from the sky to the its reflection in the water before he stares straight ahead. He pulls knees to his chest, sighing deeply, as if the world inside of him just shook.
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[They're sitting in Oska somewhere, by the lake perhaps.
It's late, and his blue eyes flit from the sky to the its reflection in the water before he stares straight ahead. He pulls knees to his chest, sighing deeply, as if the world inside of him just shook.
He seems tired.]
I can tell. Don't think I haven't noticed.
How are ya?