"Bullshit. I've heard a lot of people say they're no one, like just because they don't think they're important or something means they don't matter." It might have come out a bit more impassioned than he'd originally intended, but he wasn't going to apologize for it.
He did, however, go quiet for a moment, patiently keeping pace beside her, doing his best not to reach over to help steady her. He was pretty sure that every teenage boy he'd ever pulled under his wing and befriended had thought they were no one at some point. It killed him to see them be hard on themselves, to think they weren't special because no one had ever made them feel special.
"Everybody's unique," he continued, a bit softer, a little gentler. "I almost lost my best friend, once. The thought of being without him was like someone ripped my lungs out, 'cause there'd never be anyone else like him." And he would have torn the world apart for Prokopenko. Had, in a way--he'd flipped off death, at the very least, told it not today, fuck you. "I just mean...you don't have to be a rockstar to be important. People care about you, right?"
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He did, however, go quiet for a moment, patiently keeping pace beside her, doing his best not to reach over to help steady her. He was pretty sure that every teenage boy he'd ever pulled under his wing and befriended had thought they were no one at some point. It killed him to see them be hard on themselves, to think they weren't special because no one had ever made them feel special.
"Everybody's unique," he continued, a bit softer, a little gentler. "I almost lost my best friend, once. The thought of being without him was like someone ripped my lungs out, 'cause there'd never be anyone else like him." And he would have torn the world apart for Prokopenko. Had, in a way--he'd flipped off death, at the very least, told it not today, fuck you. "I just mean...you don't have to be a rockstar to be important. People care about you, right?"