Theta! Is! Really! Mean!

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Theta! Is! Really! Mean!
"But it does matter now, it may not matter later, but in this moment it matters."
His voice is quiet, his eyes locked on her. Well, until she touches his face, then his eyes slid closed and he had to take a breath. His eyes open again and he’s laughing at her Name. His fingers slide to the back of her neck, holding in a nearly possessive way; in the way he used to before all of this.
"You would choose that sort of Name. And what are you waiting for? And aren’t I supposed to be the bad one in this situation? Stop stealing my lines."
He couldn’t help the smile forming, or the way his thumb brushes over the skin of her neck; much more gentle than he’d ever allowed himself to be in the past.
"- you matter," she giggles, giggles, (eyes cold) giggles.
"But, like you have any grounds to complain, Doctor. What even was your logic behind that? I'm embarrassed on your behalf, downright ashamed for you. What's that? You're the bad guy? Well, well, we shall see about that!"
Her lungs still burn a little when she breathes, and she flicks his ear like this isn't a big emotional reunion.
"Don't you have work to do? Sheesh, talk about a slacker. No wonder it was so easy for me to get the job!"
People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
..................... this is kind of boring now.
Sigh.
Do you ever do anything besides brood?
They were better tasting than you’d ever be.
But I’m your loser.
Nah. I sold my rights to you for some jelly babies.
!!! SUPER UNCOOL