[ There'd been a plan, he knew. One he didn't even disagree with all that much shd part of him now is silently, viciously, selfishly glad that he'll get to keep one of them. It's not kind, he's well versed in loss and this hollow echo in his chest but hrs glad he gets to keep one. He never thought he could keep both- had been certain when one left, so too would the other but now...
Now he doesn't need to be afraid of that as much. And it twists in his hit that he's glad. ]
I won't. [ like he can help it. Like he can tangle them together tight enough to hold himself here. ]
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Now he doesn't need to be afraid of that as much. And it twists in his hit that he's glad. ]
I won't.
[ like he can help it. Like he can tangle them together tight enough to hold himself here. ]
Don't you go running off on me either, okay?