[ And he is, as soon as he can get past the bullshit with the checkpoints, knocking on the door and watching his corners with care. His clothes, notably, are much nicer this time around. But he's still got a sweatshirt on underneath his jacket, the hood pulled up to shield the worst of his scars. ]
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[ And he is, as soon as he can get past the bullshit with the checkpoints, knocking on the door and watching his corners with care. His clothes, notably, are much nicer this time around. But he's still got a sweatshirt on underneath his jacket, the hood pulled up to shield the worst of his scars. ]
Hey.
[ His smile is small, but genuine. ]
Can I come in?