[This is a different kind of murder D's committing in front of him. That touch sends a shiver through him he has to try to ignore, and each word that falls out hits him with a twisting, heavy feeling in his gut. Heat rises to his face and ears, but he doesn't know if it shows. He's too busy thinking to worry about it.
Those words mean so much, no matter how many times he says it.]
D, do you... [Words are more difficult than they have any right to be. He smooths his thumb a little over the hand he's holding, his eyes moving back and forth between their hands and D's face that's so close.] I mean, uh, is this—
[Gulp... what does he do?? Save him, he's frozen and he's only going to turn more pink by the second.]
me screaming into the distance
Those words mean so much, no matter how many times he says it.]
D, do you... [Words are more difficult than they have any right to be. He smooths his thumb a little over the hand he's holding, his eyes moving back and forth between their hands and D's face that's so close.] I mean, uh, is this—
[Gulp... what does he do?? Save him, he's frozen and he's only going to turn more pink by the second.]