[ He'll take that. A part of him is relieved to know that he can fumble with it, fail to light up properly, take a drag and sound a bit like he's sighing it out, and you won't think any less of him for it.
You've come a long, long way, girl. He'll never really say it, but he trusts you. He knows that you've got his back. You will, all the way until inevitably, he buries you, and keeps on walking with the few who will be alive as long as he will. ]
Maybe I should have said that more often, you know? [ Soft, remorseful. ] That I love him.
[ Because it has never been past tense. ]
Maybe, if I had...
[ If he hadn't been so fucking stupid, or proud, or worried about the wrong things, then...
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You've come a long, long way, girl. He'll never really say it, but he trusts you. He knows that you've got his back. You will, all the way until inevitably, he buries you, and keeps on walking with the few who will be alive as long as he will. ]
Maybe I should have said that more often, you know? [ Soft, remorseful. ] That I love him.
[ Because it has never been past tense. ]
Maybe, if I had...
[ If he hadn't been so fucking stupid, or proud, or worried about the wrong things, then...
Then. ]