[Even through the video feed, holding his gaze like that is hard - all the things he's just told her, what he's asking her, everything that's built between them already. It itches uncomfortably under her skin until she's ducking her head, looking back down at her hands.]
Not them I'm holding onto.
[Even if she has the hope, strange and fucked up as it was, that putting Tommy's mask on would show her something of him. His ghosts. Maybe just him (it couldn't bring him back).]
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Not them I'm holding onto.
[Even if she has the hope, strange and fucked up as it was, that putting Tommy's mask on would show her something of him. His ghosts. Maybe just him (it couldn't bring him back).]