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#me after an embarrassing moment
Brooklyn Nine Nine meme: [2/5] relationships → Rosa Diaz and Charles Boyle
WENTWORTH PRISON | 1X15
“You can’t,” I whispered. “You can’t. I won’t let you.”
— His mouth was warm against my ear. “Claire, I’m to hang in the morning. What happens to me between now and then doesna matter to anyone.” I drew back and stared at him. “It matters to me!” The strained lips quivered in what was almost a smile, and he raised his free hand and laid it against my wet cheek. “I know it does, mo duinne. And that’s why you’ll go now. So I’ll know there is someone still who minds for me.” He drew me close again, kissed me gently and whispered in Gaelic, “He will let you go because he thinks you are helpless. I know you are not.” Releasing me, he said in English, “I love you. Go now.”