It's a dry joke even for all that it is not, in fact, a joke. Time and trauma, the two tenets of their lives these days. She knows she'll have to face down this shadow one way or another but she didn't get into this mess by knowing how to do so. No, she got into this mess by skipping right from words to sex and ignoring all the sensible steps in between.
"Just— just don't want to waste more time." Not when it still sometimes feels like she's living on borrowed time, even now.
A pause. This kind of vulnerability is starting to fray her already rough edges and so she swerves wildly into another kind entirely:
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"Mm. Trauma, mostly."
It's a dry joke even for all that it is not, in fact, a joke. Time and trauma, the two tenets of their lives these days. She knows she'll have to face down this shadow one way or another but she didn't get into this mess by knowing how to do so. No, she got into this mess by skipping right from words to sex and ignoring all the sensible steps in between.
"Just— just don't want to waste more time." Not when it still sometimes feels like she's living on borrowed time, even now.
A pause. This kind of vulnerability is starting to fray her already rough edges and so she swerves wildly into another kind entirely:
"I sent Calvin to the Buried."