"No. I mean the part where I'm just not fucking ready for everyone to stare and automatically assume that I can't do this!" He gestured weakly to the fact that he was actually standing. And waking, albeit slowly and with a generous amount of effort. "Or... or anything else..."
His voice quieted as he listened to Damien talk about what he assumed was the harsh reality of gang life. He didn't know the real truth. But it was shocking, regardless.
And no, he had no idea what it meant to Choko to see him just being alive.
Granted, Dee's condition was different than her's. No one even noticed he was defective until he was halfway through his teens. It wasn't until he bolted at 18 that the timer, and the inevitable decline, really started. Some things, he'd accepted. But some things might always be a struggle.
"She... hasn't?" He stopped. "There really aren't any?"
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His voice quieted as he listened to Damien talk about what he assumed was the harsh reality of gang life. He didn't know the real truth. But it was shocking, regardless.
And no, he had no idea what it meant to Choko to see him just being alive.
Granted, Dee's condition was different than her's. No one even noticed he was defective until he was halfway through his teens. It wasn't until he bolted at 18 that the timer, and the inevitable decline, really started. Some things, he'd accepted. But some things might always be a struggle.
"She... hasn't?" He stopped. "There really aren't any?"
Adults like her, he meant.