[Dave does not want to talk. Not about this, not about anything. But he can't leave it, not when she thinks--when he's letting her think that Bro--anyway, no. He can't do that.
He sits there without speaking, teeth hard against his fist, alternately holding his breath and hiccuping with it, for a long time. When his answer comes, his voice is low.]
He died anyway.
[There. Now she knows.]
That's what happened. When I fucked up with Jade. He died, that's why.
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He sits there without speaking, teeth hard against his fist, alternately holding his breath and hiccuping with it, for a long time. When his answer comes, his voice is low.]
He died anyway.
[There. Now she knows.]
That's what happened. When I fucked up with Jade. He died, that's why.