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"all we do is talk, rev. things don't improve." it felt like giving up to say that; his heart twisted horribly. he wanted to tell her he loved her, to show it in the ways that his body had given up.
he held her just as firmly and tried not to allow his sorrow to drown the both of them. "i think it'll be good for you to see everett. and for blossom to meet her uncle."