[Julien buries his beak in a glass of milk and drinks a third of it in a few swallows. He raises his head carefully, so it drips back down into the glass and not onto his chest or the floor.]
'The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry, and leave us naught but grief and pain for promised joy.' Yeah... It's hard, I know! Is there anyone you want to contact who'll keep quiet? Your mom?
[He knows a couple years ago she had some kind of trouble, and Aaron went to her.]
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[Julien buries his beak in a glass of milk and drinks a third of it in a few swallows. He raises his head carefully, so it drips back down into the glass and not onto his chest or the floor.]
'The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry, and leave us naught but grief and pain for promised joy.' Yeah... It's hard, I know! Is there anyone you want to contact who'll keep quiet? Your mom?
[He knows a couple years ago she had some kind of trouble, and Aaron went to her.]