[At least he has friends, people that he can count on. Strength in numbers, Barry gives him a long look after he says it. It's been a while since he's had that sort of tight-knit rapport. He thought he'd had it with his acting class, but things were still shaky at best and he was walking on eggshells to get a better understanding of each one of them. It's all very one-sided in retrospect.
It takes him a minute to come back to reality, so lost in his thoughts about life back home - LA, and the shit he's been dealing with when it came to Fuches, the Chechens, and Mr. Cousineau's acting class. He's still looking at the guy, sure, but he's zoned out and not there.
Not there until he hears the beating of the heart and his eyes move from the teen to the floor, and widen. He's not terrified, not as scared as some more normal people might be.]
Shit.
[It's barely a whisper, he breathes it out in one sweeping exhale and holds his hand out for the scalpel, dropping into a squat over the exposed piece of tissue because if it's an illusion it's a damn good one.]
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It takes him a minute to come back to reality, so lost in his thoughts about life back home - LA, and the shit he's been dealing with when it came to Fuches, the Chechens, and Mr. Cousineau's acting class. He's still looking at the guy, sure, but he's zoned out and not there.
Not there until he hears the beating of the heart and his eyes move from the teen to the floor, and widen. He's not terrified, not as scared as some more normal people might be.]
Shit.
[It's barely a whisper, he breathes it out in one sweeping exhale and holds his hand out for the scalpel, dropping into a squat over the exposed piece of tissue because if it's an illusion it's a damn good one.]
Can I see that?