I was really scared. Even just to say this much, I was scared...I don't want anyone to know that he's the little kid I talk about when I think of home.
[She squeezes Moody Blues's hand, rubbing at her damp cheek with a fist made out of her free hand.]
I know he's hard to get along with. Sometimes he's even mean. But I don't want anybody to use me against him and I'm sure that they will, if they know. Someday someone will get mad and say, "I don't even know why Reimi died for you, you don't deserve it," and I can't — I won't, I can't let that happen.
[She knows exactly what he's doing. It's the oldest trick in the book; every babysitter knows this one, because it's exactly what you do with a crying child once they've cried themselves out and are ready for a pick-me-up to their mood.
And it works. It works, and she's happy to fall for it.]
But mostly I just want to be close to you and Moody Blues. We can do that too, right...?
[He gives one last hug, squeezing his arms around her, as if that will protect her from everything. Moody Blues gently bumps his forehead against the side of hers before he's pulled back into Abbacchio.]
Hell yeah. We'll grab some ice cream, come back, and then you got us both and Arnold. Not bad, right?
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[She squeezes Moody Blues's hand, rubbing at her damp cheek with a fist made out of her free hand.]
I know he's hard to get along with. Sometimes he's even mean. But I don't want anybody to use me against him and I'm sure that they will, if they know. Someday someone will get mad and say, "I don't even know why Reimi died for you, you don't deserve it," and I can't — I won't, I can't let that happen.
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[Fuck this was rough for her. There's no easy fix, but he'll be here for her as long as she needs him to.]
Hey.
I fucking want ice cream. And you should come with me to get some. All right? And then we'll do whatever you want.
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[She knows exactly what he's doing. It's the oldest trick in the book; every babysitter knows this one, because it's exactly what you do with a crying child once they've cried themselves out and are ready for a pick-me-up to their mood.
And it works. It works, and she's happy to fall for it.]
But mostly I just want to be close to you and Moody Blues. We can do that too, right...?
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[He gives one last hug, squeezing his arms around her, as if that will protect her from everything. Moody Blues gently bumps his forehead against the side of hers before he's pulled back into Abbacchio.]
Hell yeah. We'll grab some ice cream, come back, and then you got us both and Arnold. Not bad, right?
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[She must be feeling a little better, she's in just good enough of a mood to work her bad mood for all the sympathy points it's worth.]
It'll help pay for it along the way, right?
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You weigh nothing to me, so sure. [He could not possibly care what other people think, so if she wants a piggyback ride? Oh, he will give her one.]