[He stops in his tracks at the quiet words, glancing back at Hazel with a certain tiredness in his expression. He'd never been treated like this before, couldn't find the words to say or a proper response to it. It'd been so long since he'd had any human contact at all.
Maybe he forgot what it was like to even be human.]
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Maybe he forgot what it was like to even be human.]
...what do you want me to do?