[He glances at Dave as he does this, and almost immediately regrets doing so. Is it the punch? Please let it be the punch. He's never been this bad before. It was always just a subtle, quiet tugging in the back of his head. Sometimes a gentle ache in his chest. That's it. It never needed to be more. Hell, it never needed to be anything, but here he is, all the same.
He should probably. Y'know, do something about it.]
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He should probably. Y'know, do something about it.]