When she said the bond would deepen, Curtis thought it still wouldn't go beyond some kind of emotional telepathy. Maybe reading surface thoughts. Not -- not that.
His anxiety flutters anew. Quickly, he forces it down, but it shimmers around his words as he says, "Okay." A second's pause. "Maybe...maybe after I see Helium."
The shadow, never far away, coils in the air between them, a formless, quiet dread. He's going to have to tell her. Not at some theoretical future point; he has a deadline now. Before Helium.
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When she said the bond would deepen, Curtis thought it still wouldn't go beyond some kind of emotional telepathy. Maybe reading surface thoughts. Not -- not that.
His anxiety flutters anew. Quickly, he forces it down, but it shimmers around his words as he says, "Okay." A second's pause. "Maybe...maybe after I see Helium."
The shadow, never far away, coils in the air between them, a formless, quiet dread. He's going to have to tell her. Not at some theoretical future point; he has a deadline now. Before Helium.
Fuck.