[ He can't help but give her a faint squeeze, letting his face settle against her still-damp hair as he breathes in. There's the wet from the lake but mostly there's just Pepper and... it helps ground him. Bring him back here. For all that his mind keeps rebelling around some of the memories, he wants them. He wants to be someplace where he's been able to go home instead of
Instead of your real life.
He wishes the voice didn't sound so much like brother Abel. Especially since he's not even sure Abel exists. ]
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Instead of your real life.
He wishes the voice didn't sound so much like brother Abel. Especially since he's not even sure Abel exists. ]
I'll remind you. And you'll ignore me.
And you're welcome.