It means nothing to him, those words. He's fairly certain he's gone mad with it all.
Everything goes clear for a moment. Not quite good enough to make things out well, but enough that he can make out the color and shape of a girl--god christ, she's barely older than Michael, he's sure--and he reaches out for her.
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Date: 2018-12-03 02:56 am (UTC)Everything goes clear for a moment. Not quite good enough to make things out well, but enough that he can make out the color and shape of a girl--god christ, she's barely older than Michael, he's sure--and he reaches out for her.
"Stop," he says, finding her cheek. "It'll keep."