( he picks up a cookie on the way to the seat, snapping off a wonky arm as he settles with his legs folded up underneath him. it's hard not to heave out a sigh, but he manages, squinting at the decoration on the gingerbread instead of looking at caleb. sure, nick was the one who reached out in the first place, but that doesn't make him any better at actually communicating. )
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( he picks up a cookie on the way to the seat, snapping off a wonky arm as he settles with his legs folded up underneath him. it's hard not to heave out a sigh, but he manages, squinting at the decoration on the gingerbread instead of looking at caleb. sure, nick was the one who reached out in the first place, but that doesn't make him any better at actually communicating. )
So I think, like, maybe I'm an alcoholic?
( it seems...as good a place to start as any. )