[Greed's dumped for the time it takes Ling to wiggle properly into his lap, then they're back on as Ling automatically curls up against him. It's hot, this is going to be uncomfortable soon, but he's too tired to think that far ahead.
Why are they still talking... he exhausted himself with the paint question.]
Let them. [...mm, okay,] I'm eighteen and I didn't take anything that wasn't mine, they can't do anything about me.
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Why are they still talking... he exhausted himself with the paint question.]
Let them. [...mm, okay,] I'm eighteen and I didn't take anything that wasn't mine, they can't do anything about me.