[he jumps a little when riff bumps his knee, but - he manages a smile. it's small, but it's there. after a second, he throws an arm around riff's shoulders and leans against him.]
It's all good, man. [he says quietly, trying to force the anxiety and worry down into the usual cardboard box he keeps it in. sunrise, sunrise, sunrise.]
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It's all good, man. [he says quietly, trying to force the anxiety and worry down into the usual cardboard box he keeps it in. sunrise, sunrise, sunrise.]