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Useless, Not

The smile was both soft and easy. Like there aren't some terrible things to worry about despite there was. But that smile was both calming and rather a good look than the frown the [Hair color] haired man has when Dwight saw him alone.

[Name] was someone the black haired male looked up to. And with admiration, Dwight noticed thay *that* despite the cuts and bruises nor the dried up blood and dirt on the other survivor's [Skin color] face, ---[he was still]--- the fire from the campfire that was reflecting onto the other's face ---[made him look more ethereal]--- made an ethereal glow that Dwight had to be honest, looked well to the [Hair color] haired survivor.)

Realzing *Realizing* he was looking far too long, Dwight felt his cheejs *cheeks* flushed in embarrassment. He also finally realized the other survivors *survivor's* question.

"Join? Join you where?" Dwight timidly asked as he saw [Name] sent him a soft smile. ("Join?" Dwight had said, confusion in his tone. "Join you where?" He then timidly continued as he saw the soft smile still plastered on the other's face.)

"Well... I was wondering if you want to join in walking around the woods," [Name] said. The [Hair color] haired survivor didn't miss the grim look that had settled down Dwight's face which made him grin.

"I'm not going to murder you there if that's what you were thinking," he joked as a small laugh escape from the black haired male's lips.

"So, how about it?" [Name] said when Dwights *Dwight* stopped laughing and sent the male a smile.

"I... yeah... alright," Dwight gave in as he took [Name]'s hand that the katter *latter* had gestured for him to took *take*.

Pulling hiself *himself* up as he then hastily let go of the [Haur *Hair* color] haired survivors *survivor's* hand. (Dwight pulled himself up with the hand that [Name] lend to him. His fingers firmly grasping the [Skin color] hand as he stood up. It was another time where Dwight realized that [Name]'s hand were nice to rather hold despite the bruises and cuts it had attained from the dangers of the trial.

After a few minutes of being lose with his thoughts and [Name] merely being patient with the glasses wearing male did Dwight finally realize that he was still holding [Name]'s hand firmly. With a squeak, Dwight hastily let go of the other survivor's hand as the said male bit back a laugh at the black haired male's actions.)

"Well... common," [Nane] *[Name]* had said as he began to walk towards the direction of a small trial that was going inside the forest that was surrounding the campfire where every survivor had stayed.

There was a moment of hesitation for Dwight when he looked at the forest. But when he saw [Name] turned his head back and sent Dwight a smile, the fear that ate the black haired male up slowly vanished a bit as he slowly walked towards the [Hair color] haired survivor.

  
The walk was.. too quiet for Dwight's taste. Granted, the black haired survivor would preferred it that way at most times to avoid humiliate himself but as for now, he didn't liked the silence.

[Name] seemed to walk a few steps aheaf *ahead* as Dwight follows behind him in dreaded silence.

"So," [Name] finally spoke.

"Is there something bothering you?"

Fwight *Dwight* but *but* **bit** his lips. Was he being obvious? He mentally cursed himself as he sent a shaky smile at the male in front of him.

"No... not reallly *really*," Dwight lied. "Why? Why do you asked?" He continued softly.

"I'm not blind Dwight," [Name] said as he frowned. Stopping in his tracks as he turned to look at Dwight. The said man halting himself on walking aswell as he almost hit the [Hair color] haired male. 'That would be embarrassing...' Dwight thought as he rubbed his hand on his arm in anxious way.

"I... n-no..." Dwight mumbled as he looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with the other survivor. "I don't... I'm not... I..."

[Name]'s frown deepened. Taking a step close to the black haired male, he put his hand on Dwight's shoulder. Dwight looked up, surprised in his face as he did.

"Hey," [Name] softly started. Not wanting to make the other more uncomfortable than he already was. "You're thinking about it again... aren't you?"

Dwight bit his bottom lip again as he turned his head to avoid eye contact. The black haired male mentally sighed in defeat. He hated this. As much as he liked the other survivor, he hated how [Nane] *[Name]* can tead *read* him like an open book.

"I... n...no," he mumbled as [Name] sent him a look of not believing his lie.

"Dwight," [name] *[Name]* had called the other survivor's name. A small --[le]-- sigh left his lips as he saw Dwight stubbornly not looked at him. Instead, the black haired survivor switched to look at the ground.

"Dwight," [Name] called again. This time, the said man finally looked at him. Albeit, a bit hesitantly.

With the black haired survivor looking at him, a soft smile crepted on his lips.

"You're not useless," he had said. Hitting Dwight with his words. [Name] really does read him well. "Never was, and necer *never* will be," [Name] continued.

"I... I..." Dwight trued *tried* to say as his eyes stated to fill with teats *tears*.  Why was [Name] always saying this to him when he needed those words? He doesn't understand why [Name] cares.

"W... why?" Dwight softly aaid *said*. His tone was so fragile that it made the other survivor's heart almost ckenched [clenched* **clenched** in hurt. The [Haur *Hair* color] haired male may have not knew Dwight's past, none of them knew anything about themselves other than stuck here, but [Nane] *[Name]* can tell that the black haired male wasn't treated well. Call it his intuition but he just knows deep inside about it.

"Because your *you* aren't those," [Name] had said. Looking at Dwight in the eye.

"Useless, not... not ever , Dwight," he had said as he saw the black haired male couldn't hold those tears in. Bit by bit, a tear dropped and [Name] hugged the black haired survivor as Dwight sobbed onto his chest.

"Thank you..." Dwight softly cried onto his shirt.

"Always, Dwight... always be here for you," [Name] mumbked *mumbled* as he rubbed Dwight's back. Hugging the other survivor tighter as he heard Dwight let out a cry.

"Useless... not... never have been and never will be... please remember that, Dwight."