"It shouldn't be just yours, that doesn't make any sense! It can only work out that way for so long."
For all his fretting and fear, it doesn't take much for Boober's stubbornness to come out. And he's particularly stubborn about things that he doesn't see as making sense. But then one of the photos on that trunk, blurry though it is, catches his attention.
"Wait, that's Hunk."
Boober had never know him very well, but they'd talked on the network once or twice. He'd struck Boober as remarkably reasonable about things, more so than most others he knew here or back home, and it had left a very good impression. He hasn't seen him post anything in quite some time, though, and so simply assumed Hunk isn't here anymore.
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For all his fretting and fear, it doesn't take much for Boober's stubbornness to come out. And he's particularly stubborn about things that he doesn't see as making sense. But then one of the photos on that trunk, blurry though it is, catches his attention.
"Wait, that's Hunk."
Boober had never know him very well, but they'd talked on the network once or twice. He'd struck Boober as remarkably reasonable about things, more so than most others he knew here or back home, and it had left a very good impression. He hasn't seen him post anything in quite some time, though, and so simply assumed Hunk isn't here anymore.