[A small, embarrassed laugh. He's tired, he realizes. Still not quite good, not quite stable, prone to fucking up a little. Sleep will have to be in order soon.
But first.]
If I do lose it. If you're certain that there's nothing left of me in here.
[Looking up now, and looking, quite certainly, like this means the world to him, even if it hurts:]
You'll run. Take anyone else you care about, turn your back on me, run, and not look back.
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[A small, embarrassed laugh. He's tired, he realizes. Still not quite good, not quite stable, prone to fucking up a little. Sleep will have to be in order soon.
But first.]
If I do lose it. If you're certain that there's nothing left of me in here.
[Looking up now, and looking, quite certainly, like this means the world to him, even if it hurts:]
You'll run. Take anyone else you care about, turn your back on me, run, and not look back.