[He can't help it. He cringes when he sees who it is, because he's been dreading a continuation of their last conversation for days. He doesn't want her to ask, he doesn't want to have to think about it, his heart is in his throat.
The second he considers pretending to be asleep, though, he feels like an asshole, so he tightens his hold on Missy Elliott and braces himself. Here we go.
(Please don't bring it up again, Ashley. Please don't. Please please please talk about wendigos or torture or something much more pleasant and calming.)]
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The second he considers pretending to be asleep, though, he feels like an asshole, so he tightens his hold on Missy Elliott and braces himself. Here we go.
(Please don't bring it up again, Ashley. Please don't. Please please please talk about wendigos or torture or something much more pleasant and calming.)]
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