“You know what. Just… stop talking right now and let me help you heal to be better for yourself and everyone else. I’m not any good either. You can talk. Throw things, whatever.”

She tastes the want to say that having feelings and articulating them were big for her. That she wasn’t trying to have emotions because everyone else had but she doesn’t want to hear anything about being selfish again. “I don’t want to choke you.”

… maybe not. But I was cast.”

“I’m not trying to make this about me. I don’t want things to be about me… I don’t know what to do. And I’m willing to lose myself or anything to finally have a family. You aren’t cursed. But your stuck with me.”

“Cassius is not a god. He isn’t always right. And he misses you. Whatever mess you all have… I don’t share it. You’re a good man. One of the first people I ever felt safe with. The issue isn’t you. Or may want to be your sister…. I understand needing distance. But I’m not so easy to toss away.”

C!t for c!t and they both 🩸. She’d never been so open to anyone before. And she’s sort of grateful that he had said as much so she wasn’t the pitied loser. And maybe she wasn’t a sister or a good one. Maybe she failed but she would take the ache and pain from his very bones.-