[His feelings aren't back--not by a long shot--but he still feels that and recognizes this pale shadow of happiness as what would normally be triumphant glee and he pushes his hair back from his face, laughing a little.]
Hell. Just like doing sudoku.
[He picks himself back up slowly, making sure he didn't bend anything in a way he shouldn't have, but look, he's a-okay.]
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Hell. Just like doing sudoku.
[He picks himself back up slowly, making sure he didn't bend anything in a way he shouldn't have, but look, he's a-okay.]
How far can you go like that?