[ the needles bother him, more for their association with hospitals than the actual pinching pain. he fidgets uncomfortably in his seat, always twitchy and made no calmer by the situation. ]
Yeah. [ he takes a breath through his teeth and shrugs. ] Sure.
[ it's now or never, and he doesn't want to back out now.
the process starts with going under, a feeling that would make him feel unsafe if he weren't then too drowsy to think about it. and then it's like dreaming — like seeing flashes of people that he thinks he knows, of events too vivid to be real.
but they're real, and they're hers. inside his mind, he just watches. outside, his feet kick, eyelids twitch, but it's started and he can't go back.
(what she sees of his memories starts with a cold hospital room, loneliness, and brief flashes of joy and a sense of family, with a girl and a few other boys who make a ragtag band. their 'mother' is a beautiful woman with long, burnt-caramel hair, their 'father' a man with perfect hands, and their smiles are terribly cruel.) ]
i'm not sorry at all
Yeah. [ he takes a breath through his teeth and shrugs. ] Sure.
[ it's now or never, and he doesn't want to back out now.
the process starts with going under, a feeling that would make him feel unsafe if he weren't then too drowsy to think about it. and then it's like dreaming — like seeing flashes of people that he thinks he knows, of events too vivid to be real.
but they're real, and they're hers. inside his mind, he just watches. outside, his feet kick, eyelids twitch, but it's started and he can't go back.
(what she sees of his memories starts with a cold hospital room, loneliness, and brief flashes of joy and a sense of family, with a girl and a few other boys who make a ragtag band. their 'mother' is a beautiful woman with long, burnt-caramel hair, their 'father' a man with perfect hands, and their smiles are terribly cruel.) ]