[ along the cliff's edge, anders will find him yves—or maybe it's kinder to say something yves-shaped.
because it's not quite yves, always prepared with a smile and a kind word. instead there's just a sad little mass of a young man, curled up into a ball and face pressed into his knees as he hugs them close. trying to become smaller, so small that maybe it'll make some of this ache disappear
he's trembling, so it doesn't seem to be working ]
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because it's not quite yves, always prepared with a smile and a kind word. instead there's just a sad little mass of a young man, curled up into a ball and face pressed into his knees as he hugs them close. trying to become smaller, so small that maybe it'll make some of this ache disappear
he's trembling, so it doesn't seem to be working ]