Theo gradually went still, the smile leaking down off his face as well until he was lying motionless and expressionless on the covers, watching the ceiling. His grip on the toy was loose, everything about him seeemed loose. "He. does. not." he murmured, the spaces between his words too long, the sentence a splinter from a fractured mind, and maybe if he'd written it down it might have sounded differently, might have revealed more than anything Theo actually said.
He didn't move to answer, didn't really say anything but his fingers were cold and shaking again.
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