voicetesting.

[wreakings]

[ Someone is not happy. ] You don't know anything about me or my life. Don't pretend that you do.

[ There's a long pause in which he doesn't say anything. He's not here to make a scene, not really. He's just — angry. ] Whatever.

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[wreakings]

What if things don't get better? [ You die. ]

[evolv]

[Not here.] Then you try something else 'til it does.

[wreakings]

[ That's — something, at least. But Alex isn't going to forget what Darwin looked like dying anytime soon. ] Let's get food.

[ Because he doesn't want to talk (or think) about this. ]

[evolv]

Sure man, my treat.

[As they walk to whatever restaurant, Darwin's hands are in his pockets, but he walks close enough to Alex to bump shoulders as they go.]

[wreakings]

[ Having Darwin by his side has somehow always been easy, companionship even when he usually finds himself more tense the closer people get to him. ]

Thanks, man.