She looked at him for a long moment, then shook her head. "And now you know." He knew it was stupid. He knew she didn't want him to do it. He knew she had his back. And if the thought about it, really thought about it, he'd know the last, most important bit. "I promise to be open with you about how I feel. The illness. The way I get. Will you promise to talk to me about this?"
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Date: 2014-07-06 05:05 pm (UTC)