[Stubborn moron. :T] I know... [it's said softly, and Allen reaches a over to cup Chase's cheek in one hand. He doesn't tip the Crow's head up though, instead moving closer to bury his nose in Chase's hair, however briefly. He knew... Weakness was something he could understand. Thinking you could do so much, and then being limited by a weak body... He'd never go back to that.]
...that's good, right? [that he wasn't halucinating, that he could get on with his life.] Because he likes you. [Pausing though, and letting out a soft 'ah' before he steps back and away from the crow, being mindful of the wheel chair.]
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