Atty shifts his elbow on the mini window sill so it stops digging in, watching his tired reflection in the dark window, only one earbud is working for some reason. Whatever, at least he's got one. He feels someone sit beside him, fine, sure, then they lean their head on him, not fine. "Can you not-" He stares down at your dirty hair, why in hell is a child on a bus by themselves so late?! uh..... what uh...what are you doing?
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