[ they can address it later. When he feels less like he's falling apart. less like this is a dream he's about to be kicked awake from, soon he'll be back on that ratty old mattress with water being splashed over his face after only an hour of feverish sleep.
or they can address it never. what if they never talked about it? that'd be cool, avoiding things that made him feel sick felt like a great idea, even if talking about it is probably the sane thing to do.
his grip on dante tightens. ]
Thought you did you not say tha you do not like to carry me on your back. Will not your wings get in your way.
[ ...he's grasping at old memories, hoping that, if this truly is an illusion, dante will understand. that he'll remember the same things he remembers. if he doesn't, then... this really is fake. ]
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or they can address it never. what if they never talked about it? that'd be cool, avoiding things that made him feel sick felt like a great idea, even if talking about it is probably the sane thing to do.
his grip on dante tightens. ]
Thought you did you not say tha you do not like to carry me on your back.
Will not your wings get in your way.
[ ...he's grasping at old memories, hoping that, if this truly is an illusion, dante will understand. that he'll remember the same things he remembers. if he doesn't, then... this really is fake. ]