[This time, Therion sits in more of a ball, legs drawn up, arms tucked inside his hoodie. Jet's not here to tell him not to put his feet on the furniture, and what Jet doesn't know won't hurt him. Where Spike might be able to fake nonchalance, Therion just closes his eyes. Easier that way.]
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[This time, Therion sits in more of a ball, legs drawn up, arms tucked inside his hoodie. Jet's not here to tell him not to put his feet on the furniture, and what Jet doesn't know won't hurt him. Where Spike might be able to fake nonchalance, Therion just closes his eyes. Easier that way.]
I always was, at that age.