[ Poe laughs weakly, playing with the dog tags, running them between his thumb and fingers one by one. He's quiet for a little while, quiet for what probably feels like a long while, rolling the best thing to say back and forth in his head.
Maybe there is no best thing to say. Maybe, with John, he'll always say the wrong thing. He's borderline terrified of saying anything at all.
He closes his fist around tags and ring. ]
I still mean.... I meant.... When I said what I said, I....
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Date: 2019-06-06 09:35 pm (UTC)Maybe there is no best thing to say. Maybe, with John, he'll always say the wrong thing. He's borderline terrified of saying anything at all.
He closes his fist around tags and ring. ]
I still mean.... I meant.... When I said what I said, I....