[He exhales slowly and reluctantly turns to face her, still chewing his thumbnail as he meets her eyes. He doesn't want to say the words out loud that he thought he was going to die. He doesn't want her or Scott or any of them to think it was that he'd lost faith in them. He'd thought that it was inevitable, that even if he'd gotten unpossessed somehow, he was still dying from the same disease that had killed his mom.
He doesn't say it.
His gaze drops to her hands and he slowly reaches out and takes them, letting her tug him closer until he's sitting beside her.]
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He doesn't say it.
His gaze drops to her hands and he slowly reaches out and takes them, letting her tug him closer until he's sitting beside her.]