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Silence. Only the heavy breathing of a man in a cap breaks the silence. The guy next to him is sitting bandaging the broken knuckles of that. — Ninetieth, — the guy turns to the man. — are you drinking your pills prescribed by the Curious Light? Otherwise, you are increasingly frustrated and aggressive. It hasn't been noticed for you for a long time. You do realize that in a week the Light will still find out? A90 does not look into his eyes, he is ashamed. Staring at the wall, he didn't even turn his head in the direction of the boy. - yes. I take pills. You don't have to start a panic, the Sixties," the man in the cap answers rudely, with aggression. "It's none of your business. A60 abruptly squeezes his hand. — Don't lie. I saw that you only have 2 out of 5 records finished. And it should have ended with 5, not 2. You're lying. He sighs in disappointment and releases a90's hand. The words hit the white-haired one. And you're just one of the residents of this place, why is it so caustic? — A60, I.. — The man tries to come up with an excuse, but the brain does not give anything away. At all. Therefore, the man slowly lowers his raised hand above the floor. — Nothing. — Stop being like a little one. You know you need the pills. I'm worried about you. The man involuntarily bites his lip and looks away again. Shamefully. And the word "worried" causes particular discomfort. A hand on his shoulder makes him look puzzled at the red-haired guy. — If you need help or company, then you know where to look for me The kid said and got up. Then his sleeve was grabbed. — Stop! Don't go away! Stay, please The man was given these words with a weight, but he decided that this was the best moment to ask for it. A60 turned and smiled. Without mockery, understandingly and tenderly. — good. He sat back down next to the man. A60 put his hand on a90's knee again, and he put his hand up. Involuntarily squeezing his hand, he hesitated. Cats were scratching at my soul, and panic was consuming my body more and more. The guy's voice brought him out of this state: — How long have you been working? You have bags under your eyes, like for potatoes," the guy smiled from his joke. — Is everything okay? You've completely stopped taking care of your health.. The kid looked at the a90. Shame again. Again he looks the other way, just not to meet the yellow-eyed guy's gazes. And again, a60 brings you out of this state. By what? Simple hugs. He hugs the white-haired man tightly. The man blunts for a couple of seconds, and then timidly hugs back. Burrowing into his shoulder, he pressed even closer to the Sixtieth. Tears themselves treacherously welled up, from which a wet spot appeared on the red shirt. — Hush.. A60 whispered, starting to stroke the man on the back, trying to comfort him. The A90 was not far behind the A60. After a while, he still recoiled, wiping the moisture from his eyes. The guy immediately wiped away some of his tears. — Is it better now? Ninetieth nodded silently. The guy was still stroking him. — Can you get some sleep? I can take a look so that no one bothers. — me.. please don't go... to me... Uncomfortable alone... He was able to look into the eyes of a60. Calm eyes, full of care. His black eyes did not convey these feelings at all. They were restless, tired and hopeless. The soft touch of the Sixtieth made me relax. The man felt pleasant feelings spreading through his body. The guy was smiling gently. — Shall we lie down? He nodded at the sofa. A90 agreed. Lying down, he watched the guy. He carefully sat down next to him. And I can no longer muster the courage to ask to lie down next to. He shrank into a ball out of habit. Not the most comfortable pose, but it's morally more comfortable. A60 patted him on the back. — Should I sit next to you or lie down? The boy asked anxiously, to which he received a positive mooing. He lay down next to him. The man was lying with his back to him and felt panic. Overcoming his fears, he openly turned around and clung tightly to the guy. And he doesn't mind. Sighing, she began stroking the white-haired man's head. — The nineties.. is that better? - yes. — Are you sure everything is fine? - yes.. it's better with you. He smiled and nuzzled Sixty's neck. — Get some sleep, you should rest. He smiled. — A60... Can you come to me more often?.. I'm the only one who feels bad... me.. it's good to be with you.. He trembled slightly, smiling gently. Soon the warmth and sleep came. A90 lay and snuggled up to the Sixtieth. He stroked him and smiled. — Sleep... sleep.. He dared and kissed his forehead, which made him feel so good.