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Mob thought deeply, and got off from his bed nervously. 'This shit is going to be gay af, but whatever'. He walked over to Verity, hugged him awkwardly and quickly.
Verity was shocked, but immediately turned to hug him back, even tighter. "Mob don't hate me, please." Verity was in shambles as he held onto Mob
Mob was unsure how to react, so he just went limp in Verity's arms. "It doesn't mean it's not your fault though." Mob muttered under his breath.
"I know Mob, you made that clear." Verity was crying into Mobs shoulder, and squeezing him as if he was going to disappear.
Mob's body was burning and his wounds were still bleeding. The compression made it sting, which made him groan from pain.
"Mob?"
"It hurts Verity, stop." Mob sounded annoyed, and was trying to pull himself away.
Verity let him go, and stood there stupidly. 'Please don't hate me'. Verity tried to say something but quickly turned away instead.
Mob just went back to bed and thought about what happened, embarrassed on how Verity reacted back. It made him feel funny, but the pain was overwhelming.
"Just so you know Verity, I still need you." He choked on his words, but was sincere enough.
"Really? For what exactly." Verity was confused, but seemed ready to help. He still sounded sad however.
"In general Verity. I can't, not need you." Mob felt flustered, and spoke shyly.
Verity was shocked, and stood there for a minute. He looked at Mob, who already looked asleep in bed. He walked over to his side quietly.
He brushed his hair, rubbing his scalp soothingly.
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