[His face tightens up immediately at that; his fingers clench into fists--the last thing he wants to hear about is how sad Peter is, how he ought to feel sorry for him--he doesn't feel sorry for him, he doesn't, he can't let himself--if he does, it all goes to shit, all of it, he has to stay with what he's feeling right now or else he's going to question himself.
And he can't question himself. He knows what it feels like to be without James for a bit. Worse is to think of that forever. Worse is to think that that could happen to him--to them--and so, so bloody soon.]
We can't kill him. And we've got to be friends with him. That's what you're saying, yeah?
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And he can't question himself. He knows what it feels like to be without James for a bit. Worse is to think of that forever. Worse is to think that that could happen to him--to them--and so, so bloody soon.]
We can't kill him. And we've got to be friends with him. That's what you're saying, yeah?