[Dodger isn't sure what's gripping his attention more - the accute knowledge that Christian is tearing up because he let a blue firefly sting him like an idiot, or the slow realization that whichever one Dodger let himself be stung by (like an idiot) is slowly rearranging his thoughts.]
We'll see. [He can already tell he won't like it... he just hopes it fades soon enough.] ....Are you going to be okay?
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We'll see. [He can already tell he won't like it... he just hopes it fades soon enough.] ....Are you going to be okay?