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"No need," Hawthorn said with a soft laugh as a small smirk tugged at the edge of his lips. He decided that he quite enjoyed having a friend that wasn't his sister - it made things more interesting, and well, Kieran was a nice boy that he wanted to get to know. The smirk grew wider when Kieran spoke, and for the first time in a few months, the orphaned boy felt at ease. Or as at ease as he could be in these current conditions.

"Yeah...I'm fine, I guess," Hawthorn said, deciding that he didn't want to share his current worries with Kieran just yet. He just felt...a bit unsure about sharing so many of his problems and worries. "Wanna have a snowball fight?" he asked all of a sudden, wanting to change the depressing subject. A smile adorned his boyishly handsome features and he rose suddenly, dropping into a play bow.