[He doesn't smile back, just looks at Tim flatly before flicking his gaze to the pew in front of him. He knows he has to look like shit. On top of everything else, he hasn't been sleeping well lately either, partly due to his own mental state and partly due to not knowing how to with his wings. He's only barely just got balance down.
He doesn't want to do this, but he has to. It's his own fault he's in this situation.]
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He doesn't want to do this, but he has to. It's his own fault he's in this situation.]
I wouldn't exactly have the right to stop you.