❛ you’re not bailing on me , are you ? ❜ orrrr ❛ do you hear yourself right now ? ❜
do you hear yourself ?
if only she knew. fingers rub past his spectacles and into his eyes , naively thinking every real ( not real ? ) thing may fade back into the closets of his mind. but if it were that simple, he would have already figured it out by now. the pulse of his headache is a metronome in his head, a reminder that every corner he turns towards just might spout bloody antlers from the walls. ‘ more often than i would like, ‘ he says, frank. he doesn't recall what he’d been talking about exactly, a case, maybe? no. he was talking to, much to his disappointment, a goddamn medium. a medium he had just blabbered on about dead abigail hobbs. to ‘ this is useless. she’s dead, even jack should have known sending me here was a waste of your time. ‘
