[Conversationally, he says this. Casually. She's supposed to laugh. He can't laugh right now. His hands are still shaking. There are still dead things and broken angels floating around in his head. But it's supposed to lighten this awful shadow they've been cast in, breathless and miserable. He's breathless and miserable, anyway. Isn't she?]
I just want things to be okay. You know? So if I ever say anything else, it's not me. You can do what you have to,
[It's an ugly thing to say. A dead bird, laid at her feet like a morbid gift. But someone has to know. Because he's already seen way too much shit here, and he can't even pretend to believe that it will ever be alright. Someone has to fix it if it isn't. He might not trust Stephanie completely yet, but he trusts her with that. If someone has to rip out his throat someday, let it be her.]
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[Conversationally, he says this. Casually. She's supposed to laugh. He can't laugh right now. His hands are still shaking. There are still dead things and broken angels floating around in his head. But it's supposed to lighten this awful shadow they've been cast in, breathless and miserable. He's breathless and miserable, anyway. Isn't she?]
I just want things to be okay. You know? So if I ever say anything else, it's not me. You can do what you have to,
[It's an ugly thing to say. A dead bird, laid at her feet like a morbid gift. But someone has to know. Because he's already seen way too much shit here, and he can't even pretend to believe that it will ever be alright. Someone has to fix it if it isn't. He might not trust Stephanie completely yet, but he trusts her with that. If someone has to rip out his throat someday, let it be her.]