[Gregory doesn't miss the soft gesture, able to feel Freddy's hand moving against his own. Those words- I'm glad that you are my family- are all that Gregory has ever wanted to hear from...hell, ANYONE, but there wasn't really any possibility of him ever getting that. The only small comfort in his life that he'd had was the Pizzaplex, as dangerous as it had turned out in the end. It provided him with shelter, food...and a brief respite from the world. He could enjoy himself there, and pretend just for a few hours that he was the same as all of the other kids with their families there.
He falls silent again, this time for an amount of time that might start to seem worrying.]
I'm not...a good kid, though. [He states, suddenly.] I break rules. I steal things. I go places I'm not supposed to.
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He falls silent again, this time for an amount of time that might start to seem worrying.]
I'm not...a good kid, though. [He states, suddenly.] I break rules. I steal things. I go places I'm not supposed to.