[Lars rests his head against his knees, looking away from Sadie, and rests one of his hands against the back of his neck as he frowns awkwardly, not sure what to say. He both understands why she would be surprised, and finds it hard to believe, somehow. He wants to scoff at her and roll his eyes, laugh derisively in her face—but can't.
Lars distantly wonders why Sadie's bothering with sitting down. He sighs, straightening up a little—but his legs are still bent up at the knees.]
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Lars distantly wonders why Sadie's bothering with sitting down. He sighs, straightening up a little—but his legs are still bent up at the knees.]
Yep, so was my mom. That was also a real blast.