[He's quiet as he contemplates the thoughts rattling within his head, the warmth radiating through his chest. He thinks about everything that's changed, the things he finally feels. And for a moment, he considers giving it all up, casting it away and rejecting every single emotion that he's allowed himself to feel in the last four weeks. He thinks about it, just to see if he can.
When the thought fills him with dread, he knows he's too far gone for all of that.
Instead, he holds his hand out, palm up and outstretched. A moment more of thought, and his fingers curl until only the pinky remains. Christine has taught him about this solemn oath, and it feels far more meaningful than the kisses he'd taunted out of Stephen.]
I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where I've been waiting the night until you decide to take me there.
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When the thought fills him with dread, he knows he's too far gone for all of that.
Instead, he holds his hand out, palm up and outstretched. A moment more of thought, and his fingers curl until only the pinky remains. Christine has taught him about this solemn oath, and it feels far more meaningful than the kisses he'd taunted out of Stephen.]
I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where
I've been waiting the night until you decide to take me there.