"Yeah, see." His voice sharpens, comes into focus. "You wonder why I'm worried about you guys the whole time, stuck with Creepy Space Me." You're never sorry, Bodhi's halting voice says in his memory, soft and sour.
I need to think them through. Orders, I mean. You, you let me.
God.
He tightens his arms around his Bodhi, solid and reassuringly steady on top of him. "He's scared of him - the guy, the - the other you..."
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Date: 2019-10-08 03:29 am (UTC)I need to think them through. Orders, I mean. You, you let me.
God.
He tightens his arms around his Bodhi, solid and reassuringly steady on top of him. "He's scared of him - the guy, the - the other you..."