[What is he even supposed to say? Everything happened so quickly and all at once; he can hardly keep up with himself. It's all unfamiliar territory. Not new, but buried and long forgotten. How to have a friend. Because...isn't that what it's called when someone is there for you? A friend...]
.....Thank you. [He stumbles over the phrase, just as foreign as the smile had been. His voice is barely audible, unsure if this is what he should even be saying.]
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.....Thank you. [He stumbles over the phrase, just as foreign as the smile had been. His voice is barely audible, unsure if this is what he should even be saying.]