His fingers would dig into his back, sink into his shirt; a nearly bruising grip on his flesh.
And he'd shift to rest his head against his neck.
...He didn't even smell the same no more.]
...I know this ain't a movie. But you said what you did to Sanzu-- you did it because you couldn't help it. Sumthin evil came over you, right? And you're tryin' to protect us from that.
...But right now, Mikey, this isn't 'sumthin evil'. This is all you; I can tell.
You want me to leave you alone? Fine.
[Sighing against his skin, thinking it over.]
Then look me in the eye and tell me you're happy I died; and that you'll never forgive me; and that you never want to see me again. Period. That means no whispers, no spies, not in your dreams, not talking to me in your head--
[Because let's face it, he did know him, and if Mikey had isolated himself then he was playing with puppets of memories, talking to friends in his drug-induced hallucinations, and sending out pawns to keep watch on everyone's health and progress; all from a high tower, while telling himself he didn't care.]
Tell me you wish I was 100% gone from your life; every memory, all the inside jokes, the firsts; and fine. I'll do it. I'll go.
But you gotta look me in the eye, or it don't count. Tell me you don't love me no more.
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[Wincing, but shaking it off like rain.
His fingers would dig into his back, sink into his shirt; a nearly bruising grip on his flesh.
And he'd shift to rest his head against his neck.
...He didn't even smell the same no more.]
...I know this ain't a movie. But you said what you did to Sanzu-- you did it because you couldn't help it. Sumthin evil came over you, right? And you're tryin' to protect us from that.
...But right now, Mikey, this isn't 'sumthin evil'. This is all you; I can tell.
You want me to leave you alone? Fine.
[Sighing against his skin, thinking it over.]
Then look me in the eye and tell me you're happy I died; and that you'll never forgive me; and that you never want to see me again. Period. That means no whispers, no spies, not in your dreams, not talking to me in your head--
[Because let's face it, he did know him, and if Mikey had isolated himself then he was playing with puppets of memories, talking to friends in his drug-induced hallucinations, and sending out pawns to keep watch on everyone's health and progress; all from a high tower, while telling himself he didn't care.]
Tell me you wish I was 100% gone from your life; every memory, all the inside jokes, the firsts; and fine. I'll do it. I'll go.
But you gotta look me in the eye, or it don't count. Tell me you don't love me no more.