[ yeah, that sure is it. his gaze lingers on the screen, the thousand things he can say coming and going with the myriad of emotions, letters piecing together, falling apart.
she doesn't switch, but... sinclair does. he makes sure to let out the ragged breath building within him before the moment he shows he doesn't have to hide either. because— ]
You...
[ —she's dead. she died. her being here and tugging at the things within his mind, as usual, doesn't change the way that conclusion settles within him. it doesn't. ]
Kromer... [ how that name comes out as it always does. taut, threatening to snap in two. ] You should be. You are.
what is hate but another side of love
she doesn't switch, but... sinclair does. he makes sure to let out the ragged breath building within him before the moment he shows he doesn't have to hide either. because— ]
You...
[ —she's dead. she died. her being here and tugging at the things within his mind, as usual, doesn't change the way that conclusion settles within him. it doesn't. ]
Kromer... [ how that name comes out as it always does. taut, threatening to snap in two. ] You should be. You are.