[ he doesn't really mind. he likes physical contact, all the more when he's scared and sad and feeling alone. seeing no end, no exit. hopeless.
he might actually spend the rest of his life in here or die some horrible way. he finishes his food and feels sick to his stomach about it. listens to minsu instead, and wonders how they might help each other, how he might make his way into minsu's life so he never sees him as something to snack on. while keeping him safe from everything else in this place that might want to hurt him.
he leans back against him. ]
If I help you, will you... will you make sure no one here hurts me?
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he might actually spend the rest of his life in here or die some horrible way. he finishes his food and feels sick to his stomach about it. listens to minsu instead, and wonders how they might help each other, how he might make his way into minsu's life so he never sees him as something to snack on. while keeping him safe from everything else in this place that might want to hurt him.
he leans back against him. ]
If I help you, will you... will you make sure no one here hurts me?