[It's not okay. It's not even remotely okay, she felt that when she was in his dream. She felt him break, her rock solid Zen master...her werewolf freakout spirit guide. It felt childish and irrational, but he wasn't supposed to break like that.
Not Duke...and all she had to even try and help put it back together was a cell phone with a photograph.
She knows it's not okay, and it feels like it's her fault. So she doesn't answer...she just hugs him tighter, presses her face against his neck, and pretends that it's his sweat, not her tears, that are making his skin damp.]
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Date: 2015-02-19 04:52 pm (UTC)Not Duke...and all she had to even try and help put it back together was a cell phone with a photograph.
She knows it's not okay, and it feels like it's her fault. So she doesn't answer...she just hugs him tighter, presses her face against his neck, and pretends that it's his sweat, not her tears, that are making his skin damp.]