[Gene nods, accepting the answer if not doing too much with it. He doesn't know if he's coming here to get lost or find something, and he doesn't know what else to say to this younger, scarred, badly hurt mirror image of himself. He doesn't know what to tell himself, either, or Snaf or Jimmy or anyone.
So he just sits, cradling the shabby looking book in his hands, and tries to tune out the low level hum of anxiety or tension that's been his constant companion for weeks. It doesn't make him feel any less tired.]
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So he just sits, cradling the shabby looking book in his hands, and tries to tune out the low level hum of anxiety or tension that's been his constant companion for weeks. It doesn't make him feel any less tired.]