Sin looked over his shoulder at Dustin, feeling bad for his best friend; they were in this together, through thick-and-thin, and it was also his fault that Dustin was as sick as he was. Sin yelped as an electrical spark from the old transistor radio he had been trying relentlessly to fix over the past few days zapped his finger "Stupid thing!" he muttered, pushing the old contraption away from him.
Sin stood up from his chair, carefully - as it was an old rusted out metal chair that had been in the rain for far too long - "I wouldn't trust them with this news... What if they try to turn you into a factory, Dustin?" he questioned, squatting down in front of his friend and wiping away the sweat and bangs from his forehead. He also set his hand close to Dustin's stomach, but he didn't dare touch it - not because he was afraid of Dustin being the way he was, but anyone could walk in on them at any moment, and exposing what Dustin was could definitely turn out bad for them, especially if it were the wrong person to walk in.
Sin stood up from his chair, carefully - as it was an old rusted out metal chair that had been in the rain for far too long - "I wouldn't trust them with this news... What if they try to turn you into a factory, Dustin?" he questioned, squatting down in front of his friend and wiping away the sweat and bangs from his forehead. He also set his hand close to Dustin's stomach, but he didn't dare touch it - not because he was afraid of Dustin being the way he was, but anyone could walk in on them at any moment, and exposing what Dustin was could definitely turn out bad for them, especially if it were the wrong person to walk in.
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You can lead a horse to water, but cannot force a horse to drink.