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Connor couldn’t help but laugh a little when his sister started talking about his injuries. “Thanks Zo,” he said weakly, reaching up to touch his neck, feeling a rope burn there. All he wanted was to hug his sister and spill his guts to her, but he wasn’t sure how to do that. Taking baby steps, he started with giving her a soft hug. “I missed you. I miss hanging out with you and listening to you talk about boys you like while I would just roll my eyes and tell you that you could do better. I miss playing video games together and always accusing you of cheating when you won. I just- I think you’re awesome,” he admitted softly, just letting all the feelings he had bottled up out of his system. “I remember when you had your first kiss and you came home crying because his mouth “tasted like butt.” I remember hiding 50 pictures of shrek all over your room. As far as I know, you still haven’t found all of them yet.“

connor was… hugging her. when was the last time he had touched her with anything but a fist? she couldn’t even remember.

her first instinct was to be suspicious. this was some trick, she figured. connor was going to magically produce a shiv, or start mocking her if she hugged him back, or catch her off guard && begin saying the most awful things about her.

but then he spoke.

tears sprung to her eyes before she could even think to stop them. zoe gently embraced his head && pressed her face into his hair, a weak noise somewhere between a sob && a laugh tearing from her throat. she hadn’t thought he even remembered those days before he hated her, back when it was still just sibling teasing. ❝—- i haven’t, you ass. those things were everywhere. ❞