[He has to shake himself free of it. But even after Leo has him moving toward the dumpsters, the daydream is still there. Dreams of running in the open air, under the clouds and in the light and rain. It makes his heart race and his breath quicken, his hands itching to touch and climb himself up to the open air. Even next to his brother, starting to wade through the garbage piled up along the graffiti-covered wall, he casts longing glances upward, and the weight of the world towering still presses down from all sides.
The urge to go up, to just quit the mission and go wander has him unusually quiet and distracted, hardly even paying attention to the job at hand.]
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The urge to go up, to just quit the mission and go wander has him unusually quiet and distracted, hardly even paying attention to the job at hand.]