[ah. murphy says it kindly, thoughtfully, but that venomous thing inside koby hisses stupid, stupid and he sits up, shoulders scrunching against what comes next, the familiar wave of self-loathing, of hatred for every scrawny, delusional, ridiculous inch of himself. what were you thinking, it growls, it snarls, even as he's typing:]
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Of course, that makes perfect sense.
[he doesn't want you.]
Take as much time as you need, absolutely.
[why would you think that he did?]