[Pokey stops. Dead. And he just stands there, shaking slightly, still not facing Lucas. He has to resist the urge to immediately shout at the other boy, to call him a moron. Because even if he hadn't done it yet, there was still so much he had done. That he was still going to do, that traditionally would probably be fairly bad even if he was doing it for somewhat different reasons. Trying to use what he had always had now to try and force a way out for everyone instead of just himself. The idea of actually being forgiven had never occurred to him. Pokey didn't know if he could accept that.
But he beats it down. His urge to just get angry. What does he say to that? Thank you? Does he say anything at all?
In the end, he just opts for something simple.]
...Alright. I'll see you when I see you, I guess.
[Before he's off again. Faster now, trying to beat it before Lucas might have something else to say.]
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But he beats it down. His urge to just get angry. What does he say to that? Thank you? Does he say anything at all?
In the end, he just opts for something simple.]
...Alright. I'll see you when I see you, I guess.
[Before he's off again. Faster now, trying to beat it before Lucas might have something else to say.]