HT100 #6 -- Free-for-all:Knowledge.
Because I simply don't believe they wouldn't have talked about the ugly things. After all Toby loves to beat himself up. Sharing knowledge with a cell mate may be unusual but then what about them is usual. And for me Chris would have had to tell Toby. Perhaps gore would be out but feelings, actions, some why's.
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"You look bad."
He makes a small noise, his gaze shifting aimlessly across the floor. Unlike the others this had taken something from him, leaving a rare hint of defeatism in his posture.
Leaden ache in my stomach, pain behind my eyes, impulsively I touch the soft skin of his cheek. Flinching, he looks up. I half know him, there are things I have refused to know. Now I needed to know all of him, needed him to know it.
"I love you. I still love you," frighteningly truthful, it is a whisper. Heart racing I demand, "tell me, tell me all of it, everything."
"I can't!"
"Yes, you can."
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"You look bad."
He makes a small noise, his gaze shifting aimlessly across the floor. Unlike the others this had taken something from him, leaving a rare hint of defeatism in his posture.
Leaden ache in my stomach, pain behind my eyes, impulsively I touch the soft skin of his cheek. Flinching, he looks up. I half know him, there are things I have refused to know. Now I needed to know all of him, needed him to know it.
"I love you. I still love you," frighteningly truthful, it is a whisper. Heart racing I demand, "tell me, tell me all of it, everything."
"I can't!"
"Yes, you can."
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