[Nill keeps pulling cans out of the fridge - though they're almost all out, and after a minute or two, she starts putting the good cans back in.]
Don't ever listen to him if he says it while he's high; or worse, if he's craving it. Tell him that if he means it, he can say it to you when he's himself, and that's the only way you'll leave him alone.
He might not appreciate it then-- no, he might never appreciate it. But he loves you, and if he can't say it when he's sober, then he doesn't mean it. Not really.
[And she tries her best to ignore those images; brief flashes of pain and loneliness, of terrifying places and awful threats. They do make her wings fold in closer to her back, though.]
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Don't ever listen to him if he says it while he's high; or worse, if he's craving it. Tell him that if he means it, he can say it to you when he's himself, and that's the only way you'll leave him alone.
He might not appreciate it then-- no, he might never appreciate it. But he loves you, and if he can't say it when he's sober, then he doesn't mean it. Not really.
[And she tries her best to ignore those images; brief flashes of pain and loneliness, of terrifying places and awful threats. They do make her wings fold in closer to her back, though.]