[Her hands still on his face. For a long moment, she watches him like he's speaking a language she can't even begin to comprehend. No need to hush her because there's no air in the bloody room. She gets what he means. He could look like Jamie. It could be Jamie in this bath, Jamie holding her in bed at night. Jamie making love to her.
Abruptly, her hands cover his mouth, but not before he's done.]
No.
[Now she's upset. Hurt, and it's clear in her eyes.]
Don't you ever offer that again. Do you hear me? I don't want it.
[It would break her heart beyond repair. She can't be that much of a monster to him even if some terrible, lonely, mourning part of her wants him to do just that.]
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Abruptly, her hands cover his mouth, but not before he's done.]
No.
[Now she's upset. Hurt, and it's clear in her eyes.]
Don't you ever offer that again. Do you hear me? I don't want it.
[It would break her heart beyond repair. She can't be that much of a monster to him even if some terrible, lonely, mourning part of her wants him to do just that.]