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[subserve_norman]

*tucks the poem that Brandon gave me into my journal*

He wrote me a poem. And then he gave it to me.

He gave it to me.

My Citizen wrote me a poem.

Brandon wrote me a poem.

I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

I think I'll do both.

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[citizen_brandon]

*comes home with takeout*

*sets it on the table and goes to get plates and silverware*

*goes to find you*

*stands in your doorway, watching you cry*

Are you okay, Norman?

[subserve_norman]

What? Huh?

*looks up*

*wipes at my face*

Yeah. M'fine.

[citizen_brandon]

*concerned, steps into the room to sit down next to you*

You don't normally cry. Are you sure you're okay?

*takes your hand in mine*

[subserve_norman]

I'm fine.

*gets up and sits down in your lap*

Really.