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You might be smiling, or you might not.
There's good in him, and you can se it, or rather sense it. She doesn't believe it, doesn't feel it, but it's there. His eyes are enormous, stretched to their full creepy capacity, but you're still laughing. His loose clothes give a softer, warmer, yet somehow dirtier impression that makes you feel welcome. He's wearing your watch on his skinny brown wrist, along with his black bracelets on the other wrist and silver necklaces around his neck. And for all his threatening nature and willingness to strangle you, he feels safe because he's reliable. He isn't all teenagerish and unpredictable. Sure, he'd always kill someone he hates, but he'd also always ask why you were crying. You know you'll do that tonight... cry, that is. That's why whether he's hugging you or strangling you, you'll feel safe being surrounded by him, despite the fact that he himself isn't too tall either. So you smile, and it turns into a very unpious laugh in the middle of church, just because it's

Austin.