[Don't move. Yes. That sounds like a good plan. Slowly, he lowers himself down to the floor, shoulder pressed against the wall as one hand still clings to the windowsill. It's shaking, he realizes, but he can't bring himself to let go either. He feels like he'll fall into some strange, frightening darkness if he does.
...And he has the strangest urge to crawl under a blanket and pout right now, and has no idea why.]
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...And he has the strangest urge to crawl under a blanket and pout right now, and has no idea why.]