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[rehandle]

Comments

[rehandle]

I don't know. How's the ceiling? Do we have a leak?

[klepto]

In what, the pipes that funnel tar through the house?

[rehandle]

Yeah, those

[klepto]

Any other symptoms I should know about?

[rehandle]

No. I'm fine

[klepto]

For now.
Do you have a plan to keep it that way?

[rehandle]

You don't need to worry.

[klepto]

That doesn't make me feel better.

[ not when she, too, is transforming. when they could tear each other apart. but she's careful not to let this on if he hasn't already noticed the peeling skin and sea-salt smell. ]

I can help you.

[rehandle]

I don't need your help.

[ Faster than any of the other replies, a whip-crack knee-jerk of a response. ]

[klepto]

Kinda pointless to be shy about it now, isn't it?
Nothing I haven't seen before.

[rehandle]

[ God. ]

I do not need your help. Understood?

[klepto]

Being a stubborn asshole about this is going to get someone killed.

[rehandle]

If you're uncomfortable I can find somewhere else to sleep

[klepto]

Your conscience, not mine.

[rehandle]

[ That's enough of that. He slips from the conversation like water through a grate. ]