❛ you would think so, wouldn’t you? ❜ perhaps his fear is foolish, like a child scared of the monster under his bed. ( his monster is a bit worse than a child’s. he’s afraid of them. ) he refuses to give his fear its name ( it makes it more likely that they will take him back to the chambers of cold & isolation. ) but he has his mantra, repeated over & over in dark nights he can’t sleep for fear of wretched nightmares. they can’t get you. they can’t hurt you. it’s one thing to say it, but it’s another to truly believe it. he is doing the best he can to believe it. he must.
her words cut off & his head jerks upwards a bit to see why & there’s no real reason. she speaks differently to him ( james echoes in his head every time she says it. he only knows how to say that it’s different. ) & it causes his attention to be drawn. she switches gears & begins to leave & his hand shoots out to almost reach for hers ( or her arm or something. he’s not sure. ) ❛ wait. ━ ❜ his arm is outstretched, not close enough to touch her, but there. his eyes jump up to hers. ❛ stay here. ❜ he hasn’t been good at saying what he wants ( & he’s not sure exactly why he wants her to stay,) so his words leave as more of a question. ❛ you’re not the only one with a target on your back. ❜
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