*brushes a hand through your hair. Meets your eyes, serious, concerned... and then laughs, gently but slightly cracked*
Sweetheart... outside of your dreams, I'm still going mad. Not just from the grief, but from the doubt. If you had me with you, in the real world, you might still have a dissociated wreck.
At least the thing we did bought us some time. We've been less likely to do anything stupid... but we have to find you some way to deal with this. And how to keep me sane.
...I don't know what to do either, my love. Except this.
Who knows, given time Arthur may get in touch with his repressed homosexuality. Or run off with that mad sheep.
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:41 pm (UTC)Sweetheart... outside of your dreams, I'm still going mad. Not just from the grief, but from the doubt. If you had me with you, in the real world, you might still have a dissociated wreck.
At least the thing we did bought us some time. We've been less likely to do anything stupid... but we have to find you some way to deal with this. And how to keep me sane.
...I don't know what to do either, my love. Except this.
Who knows, given time Arthur may get in touch with his repressed homosexuality. Or run off with that mad sheep.