[He grins, wiggling his shoulders in an excited little movement.]
I mean, if you want him shirtless, you're gonna have to give me a little bit. But if it's just whatever, I'm sure I can draw him out sometime. We can make a day of it. Come on over, I'll make some tea, we'll have a chat about like, death or whatever. Maybe I can conveniently tell him you're showing up in 10 and you can just walk in and catch him unawares.
[What sucks is he thinks he remembers that person Cecily showed him, one of the first times they talked, almost a year and a half ago. When he muddied his boots at the banks of the river, when she held his corpse as she clung to life, when they both just needed someone and it didn't matter who. He didn't do a good job then, but-- he wasn't really himself. But he doesn't need to bring that in here. Not now.]
But make sure it's a look but don't touch stitch, that boy is mine, I pulled him out of hell fair and square. Literally.
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I mean, if you want him shirtless, you're gonna have to give me a little bit. But if it's just whatever, I'm sure I can draw him out sometime. We can make a day of it. Come on over, I'll make some tea, we'll have a chat about like, death or whatever. Maybe I can conveniently tell him you're showing up in 10 and you can just walk in and catch him unawares.
[What sucks is he thinks he remembers that person Cecily showed him, one of the first times they talked, almost a year and a half ago. When he muddied his boots at the banks of the river, when she held his corpse as she clung to life, when they both just needed someone and it didn't matter who. He didn't do a good job then, but-- he wasn't really himself. But he doesn't need to bring that in here. Not now.]
But make sure it's a look but don't touch stitch, that boy is mine, I pulled him out of hell fair and square. Literally.