[ Only after it's gone does he understand this is her, or them, his chainlink-rattle, shift-in-the-wind alertness and the walls she'll hold up by hand if she has to. Together a prison. ]
(It just came over you.) [ The feeling of a sigh held in. Of skirting the edge of something blinding, grasping, and familiar. Slow release. ] (Alright.)
[ His thoughts falter. He's not a fucking shrink. Maybe this is all hair-splitting, maybe they've already succumbed to mass delusion or maybe it's a matter of time. Share and share alike. ] (We could go riding.)
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( It just came over you. ) [ The feeling of a sigh held in. Of skirting the edge of something blinding, grasping, and familiar. Slow release. ] ( Alright. )
[ His thoughts falter. He's not a fucking shrink. Maybe this is all hair-splitting, maybe they've already succumbed to mass delusion or maybe it's a matter of time. Share and share alike. ] ( We could go riding. )