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MePhone never liked to think of himself as broken, but that was what he truly was.
Or, at least he had been for a while.
The contestants and running Inanimate Insanity definitely help mend some of those wounds that Cobs and Meeple left, but they didn't fix him entirely.
Not until he got closer to some of them.
He never considered that they would want to actually be friends with him, let alone whatever was brewing between him and OJ now.
He couldn't put a name to it.
Neither of them could.
But, whatever it was, it was slowly healing him as much as he thought he possibly could be healed.
they cracks were still there, they were never going to go away, but they had faded into something that was now beautiful.
Something that he would never wish away now.