the brain project [1]

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aidan

"what do you want?" everett asks, setting the bow down to stretch his fingers. he adjusts the cello in between his legs so it rests against the chair. he stands up and looks at aidan, an unreadable expression on his face. "here to punch me again?"

the hit to his jaw has created a large bruise, but it's faded and almost gone.

"i'm sorry," aidan says instead.