[Those were... very very bad questions to get chained together, and he went still, turning his head to look at her, because he was more than smart enough to string pieces together, a habit he was wish more with each passing week that he didn't have.
He'd rather be stupid than forever suffocating himself with this heartbreak.
His words were almost too strangled to be heard.]
No one- no one told me about that. Either.
You- Did he- You.
[And then his composure broke, what little he'd gathered, and a new sob came through.]
no subject
He'd rather be stupid than forever suffocating himself with this heartbreak.
His words were almost too strangled to be heard.]
No one- no one told me about that. Either.
You- Did he- You.
[And then his composure broke, what little he'd gathered, and a new sob came through.]
Tell me?