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[le_mat]

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[le_mat]

You don't have to entertain me, I decided to come over, right?

[familyproblem]

[...Half-mumbles something that sounded, tonally, like it might have been a grouchy protest, except that it was too mumbled to have any distinct words in it.]

Then, [he sighs, and shrugs one arm at the room in general, and doesn't finish his sentence. Then?? Not to be ungracious about a visit, but what do you want to do, man, idk.

Gladion at a loss is an awkward sight. He drops his hand, and considers the couch himself, and just...kind of...stands there for a few seconds, not moving at all. Then he...turns that way, seeming uncertain and a little stiff, and heads that way.

And sort of collapses on the couch. It's not uninhibited enough to be called a collapse, but there's this air about it like in Gladion's heart it was anyways.]