( Jack missed it, too — and he reaches up instinctively to place a hand over Kyle's where it lingers on his shoulder. It might be the most effortlessly and thoughtlessly he's ever returned a touch, and he does so with a soft squeeze of Kyle's hand with his own.
I'm so fucking glad we're not fighting anymore, that shit was exhausting, his body language seems to read.
And then, after it feels like the moment's gone on long enough, he digs around for his nerf gun. )
Wanna play a game? First one to hit ten birds wins. Loser has to catch one and cook it.
( And that's how their conflict is ultimately resolved.
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I'm so fucking glad we're not fighting anymore, that shit was exhausting, his body language seems to read.
And then, after it feels like the moment's gone on long enough, he digs around for his nerf gun. )
Wanna play a game? First one to hit ten birds wins. Loser has to catch one and cook it.
( And that's how their conflict is ultimately resolved.
With bird murder.
The prophecy has come true. )