[ Good thing that isn't the concussion. But he kisses that smile, soaking up that feeling. It really was nice having a solace in this madness. He would have carried that weight alone, has carried his weight alone... but sometimes, it's nice to have a place to turn to. ]
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[He smiles - his head might be pounding, but just for the moment, everything feels light. Weightless. Like it should be.]
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I count myself as lucky.