[There’s a quiet whimper of confirmation. He knows Jade doesn’t hate him. He’d never stoop so low and say the same hurtful, awful things… He’s just trying to survive here the same as Floyd, the same as anyone else.
His heart leaps at the suggestion and Floyd sits up, pushing the covers from his head.]
… Please.
[It feels selfish—shouldn’t Floyd be going to see him instead?—but he has to see him. Desperately.]
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His heart leaps at the suggestion and Floyd sits up, pushing the covers from his head.]
… Please.
[It feels selfish—shouldn’t Floyd be going to see him instead?—but he has to see him. Desperately.]
Please come over.