[Choosing to die had been the easy part. He'd already come to terms with that before the City, in that split second when he'd told Ed to run. He's never regretted it. But choosing to leave her?
It was right, it's what he had to do, but fuck, it tore him apart. He wasn't wrong, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry.
He nods, a little shaky still, and grins like an idiot.]
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It was right, it's what he had to do, but fuck, it tore him apart. He wasn't wrong, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry.
He nods, a little shaky still, and grins like an idiot.]
Fuck, I miss your cooking.
[Along with everything else.]