it's not the first time he's seen this memory, this week, but even still - watching it makes his heart ache. the ripple of emotions in his chest is somewhere between nostalgia and shame, but more than anything else, looking at those four eager faces, he misses them, almost desperately. ]
...They are.
[ his voice is softer than it was before, colored with the gutpunched sort of fondness that comes from watching a scene like that in hindsight. ] Huang Jiangshu, Mint, White, and Rickhead.
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it's not the first time he's seen this memory, this week, but even still - watching it makes his heart ache. the ripple of emotions in his chest is somewhere between nostalgia and shame, but more than anything else, looking at those four eager faces, he misses them, almost desperately. ]
...They are.
[ his voice is softer than it was before, colored with the gutpunched sort of fondness that comes from watching a scene like that in hindsight. ] Huang Jiangshu, Mint, White, and Rickhead.