( jon was still here, and it wasn't because of damian's comforting skills, or his ability to relate to people on a basic level, but because damian's his friend. best friend. damian stands, and jon gets to his feet to follow him, trailing a step behind--because damian likes to lead.
not because he likes to follow, obviously. he folds his hands together in front of himself, bounces forward with a step. ) Right. Hot chocolate. I can make some!
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not because he likes to follow, obviously. he folds his hands together in front of himself, bounces forward with a step. ) Right. Hot chocolate. I can make some!