Okay. [He nods. It's not really a weight, but it's definitely a comfort.] Thanks, man. He can be kinda loud and angry, but he's all right.
[Stretching his arms, Scott cracks his knuckles against each other; it's not entirely awkward, but he's not sure how to just leave, now. So he swallows hard, nods.] Don't worry about anything else, okay?
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[Stretching his arms, Scott cracks his knuckles against each other; it's not entirely awkward, but he's not sure how to just leave, now. So he swallows hard, nods.] Don't worry about anything else, okay?
[Don't blame yourself is what he really means.]