[ he thinks back to the farm that kavinsky has come from. Of Scott, Jean and Logan finally cutting the bullshit and letting love be love.
And, grudgingly despite himself, he thinks of the dreamer and how much he'd cared, and how he hadn't let himself admit to any of it until it got his friends murdered.
He sinks into the chair, ruffling his fingers through his hair. ]
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26/6/22 01:29 (UTC)And, grudgingly despite himself, he thinks of the dreamer and how much he'd cared, and how he hadn't let himself admit to any of it until it got his friends murdered.
He sinks into the chair, ruffling his fingers through his hair. ]
Did you talk to them, David? About this?