((Oh! Ah, gotcha. I'm sorry for being too dumb to work that out myself.))
[There is another long and pregnant pause as Lucas's head slowly sinks back behind his arms. Yes. Horohoro was right. He'd gone to school . . . Why? . . . There was no point. It was routine.
But if he had stayed at home, he would've just cried and cried and cried.]
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[There is another long and pregnant pause as Lucas's head slowly sinks back behind his arms. Yes. Horohoro was right. He'd gone to school . . . Why? . . . There was no point. It was routine.
But if he had stayed at home, he would've just cried and cried and cried.]
I know.
. . . I'm OK.
Sorry . . .