And as they sink in - and as they're true, - Marco feels an overwhelming tightness in his chest. He knows exactly where Fiddleford is coming from, he knows he's speaking from experience and from regret and--
Marco throws his arms around Fiddleford, clinging to him. He looks like he should be crying, but he isn't. He kind of wishes he were.]
What was I thinking? Why do I-- Why am I like this?!
[He squeezes Fiddleford like he's hoping it'll make his chest feel lighter.]
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And as they sink in - and as they're true, - Marco feels an overwhelming tightness in his chest. He knows exactly where Fiddleford is coming from, he knows he's speaking from experience and from regret and--
Marco throws his arms around Fiddleford, clinging to him. He looks like he should be crying, but he isn't. He kind of wishes he were.]
What was I thinking? Why do I-- Why am I like this?!
[He squeezes Fiddleford like he's hoping it'll make his chest feel lighter.]