[But the weekends aren't the same, and him maybe coming back eventually...Envy doesn't want to dwell on the questions about that for long right now, doesn't want to consider the frightening not-so-good possibilities that come with it.]
[But the tears are coming under control at least, and he swipes at his eyes to clear them, straightening up more as he absently runs his hand over the rough beard, muttering.]
I've got to get rid of this.
[Although there's scrapes and bruises on the back of that hand, the reds and purples standing out in angry contrast to pale skin now that it's not covered by mud. He's clearly been hitting things that he shouldn't have been.]
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Or he might show up on those weekends.
[But the weekends aren't the same, and him maybe coming back eventually...Envy doesn't want to dwell on the questions about that for long right now, doesn't want to consider the frightening not-so-good possibilities that come with it.]
[But the tears are coming under control at least, and he swipes at his eyes to clear them, straightening up more as he absently runs his hand over the rough beard, muttering.]
I've got to get rid of this.
[Although there's scrapes and bruises on the back of that hand, the reds and purples standing out in angry contrast to pale skin now that it's not covered by mud. He's clearly been hitting things that he shouldn't have been.]