[Darin doesn't turn to face Raven. He props himself up with his palms on the corners of his bench, his shoulders hunched. He visibly winces at 'whatever you are' but says nothing in regards to that.]
[He couldn't argue with him. He was right. There were better ways. Like maybe telling him the truth. Not that he'd care to hear it right this second.]
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[He couldn't argue with him. He was right. There were better ways. Like maybe telling him the truth. Not that he'd care to hear it right this second.]
[Darin merely nods.]
Yeah...m'sorry. I'll ah...
I'll see you around, Old man.