There is still anger coiled in his spine. It feels so heavy in his bones that he thinks he might break with it– crushed under the weight of his fury: at his dead father, at his chosen fate, his broken life. But slowly, something is easing in his joints, something like friendship, or loyalty, or love. It's lighting up in the very center of him and all he knows is that he's not going to let it go, not for anything. Summery indie rock slowly melts into strings and the ephemeral feeling of home.

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