[It takes a second for Cassel to look up. He's so locked in his own head right now, in doing the right thing in a shitty situation that he made, in hating himself and trying to be better, that the way Mickey slides towards him barely registers. It's another piece of sensory input in a world that's trying to overwhelm him right now.]
[But when Mickey touches him, he does glance up, looking confused and lost and a little hurt, as if pained to be distracted from holding himself down so he doesn't float away. The gesture doesn't make sense to him as shitty as he feels right now. He frowns, but mirrors it anyway, his knee knocking against Mickey's, shoulder bumping.]
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[But when Mickey touches him, he does glance up, looking confused and lost and a little hurt, as if pained to be distracted from holding himself down so he doesn't float away. The gesture doesn't make sense to him as shitty as he feels right now. He frowns, but mirrors it anyway, his knee knocking against Mickey's, shoulder bumping.]
Yeah?