-c- take Joan too seriously. She likes to joke and tease. Also if she starts randomly saying numbers to you, don’t be alarmed. I’m told it’s an internet thing…”

-c- hope for them yet. Maybe all that’s needed is time.

He looks back at Stella, smiling.

“You know you’re always welcome to visit. Or I could bring them over to your place. Or the diner…and…yeah. Help is always welcome. Like I said, they can be a handful…If you do come over, please don’t -c-

-c- wants? Back to an old life where there was happiness and love, but also memories of unimaginable pain?

…maybe she’s better off without…

‘………not right now………’

…dammit. He didn’t mean to read her mind. He took a deep breath, pretending he didn’t hear that. But…maybe there is -c-

He turned his focus to his hand, still feeling the warmth from holding hers. He felt so conflicted in the moment. So confused. Was this for the best? Letting go? What if there was a chance to go back?

He closed his hand and brought it down to his side.

…Even if there was a way, is it what she -c-

Either way? I feel like I hit my head and am just hallucinating things.

If I see a penguin wearing socks waddling around, I know I’m probably dreaming

“Besides. They had a lot of heroes on the job. And I’m out of practice.”

Child screaming in the background as another one laughs

“…there go the blessings now! Anyways good luck with the demons! I got to make sure one twin doesn’t kill the other”