Another question he can't answer with full certainty.
"Yes."
But he does it anyway, mostly to get Arthur off his back for five fucking seconds. Clearing the air, getting all his grievances and excuses out in the open is tempting and it sounds good in theory but he can't deny that uncomfortable dread that forms in his gut just thinking about it. He likes Arthur enough, but not enough to trust him with so much.
As Arthur moves, he does too. He doesn't want to hang around here longer than he should before the guilt becomes too much. He doesn't know how this dream ends, but it tends to fade into nothingness. He hates it when that happens— having a violently abrupt ending is better than that.
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"Yes."
But he does it anyway, mostly to get Arthur off his back for five fucking seconds. Clearing the air, getting all his grievances and excuses out in the open is tempting and it sounds good in theory but he can't deny that uncomfortable dread that forms in his gut just thinking about it. He likes Arthur enough, but not enough to trust him with so much.
As Arthur moves, he does too. He doesn't want to hang around here longer than he should before the guilt becomes too much. He doesn't know how this dream ends, but it tends to fade into nothingness. He hates it when that happens— having a violently abrupt ending is better than that.