[ Rising, he absently rubs his wrist as he stands to one side, the fracturing of his heart concerning Christopher's untimely death dancing behind uncertain lowered eyes on the chairs. ]
Would you ... [ Jim wets inexplicably dry lips when that offer's on the table, needing to be broached in short order. Too soon, almost. ] Would you be there with me?
[ He isn't sure if he can watch that man die or feel so alone immediately after. Not again. ]
I don't know how this works.
[ There was a lot of our minds will be one BAM last time. He went in dry!! ]
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Would you ... [ Jim wets inexplicably dry lips when that offer's on the table, needing to be broached in short order. Too soon, almost. ] Would you be there with me?
[ He isn't sure if he can watch that man die or feel so alone immediately after. Not again. ]
I don't know how this works.
[ There was a lot of our minds will be one BAM last time.
He went in dry!!]