"M'sorry. I should've–I could've said somethin'. I abandoned y'all, like a coward."
She drops another kiss to his chest, though it's a poor salve for running away. The shame twists in her gut, and when he looks down, asking about the dream —
"I reckon it was really him. How can I know? This place's filled with such strange things, sometimes I can't tell what's real anymore. But I know what it feels like t'have a bad dream, an' I know what it feels like t'honestly hold a conversation with somebody. I could touch him. He could hold me. It wasn't like any other nightmare I've ever had before. We talked. We really talked."
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"M'sorry. I should've–I could've said somethin'. I abandoned y'all, like a coward."
She drops another kiss to his chest, though it's a poor salve for running away. The shame twists in her gut, and when he looks down, asking about the dream —
"I reckon it was really him. How can I know? This place's filled with such strange things, sometimes I can't tell what's real anymore. But I know what it feels like t'have a bad dream, an' I know what it feels like t'honestly hold a conversation with somebody. I could touch him. He could hold me. It wasn't like any other nightmare I've ever had before. We talked. We really talked."