I think I've already told him that. [he makes a slight face at the hair pokes but trusts Marco not to mess it up. One crack about finding things to eat, though, and Thatch was going to tie him to a tree.]
I don't know... [he leans back against the tree and closes his eyes, idly stroking the smooth wing under his fingertips.]
I don't... [God. It was hard to say. He turned his head and buried his face into that warmth, seeing the soft blue behind his eyes] I'm not the same person I was.
[and what if Ace didn't like that? What if he couldn't like that? What if Thatch couldn't take care of him? What if Ace wanted more from him than he could give? How much could he give until he broke? Ah it was all such a mess]
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I don't know... [he leans back against the tree and closes his eyes, idly stroking the smooth wing under his fingertips.]
I don't... [God. It was hard to say. He turned his head and buried his face into that warmth, seeing the soft blue behind his eyes] I'm not the same person I was.
[and what if Ace didn't like that? What if he couldn't like that? What if Thatch couldn't take care of him? What if Ace wanted more from him than he could give? How much could he give until he broke? Ah it was all such a mess]
Some first mate, huh?