[ He can hear Steve moving, the creak of the bed telling him that the man is lying down, and he knows he should take his leave. But the chance to talk to someone is so hard to give up. What if he fades away once they're all asleep?
What if this is all only a dream, and he'll be the one to wake up to nothingness? ]
From your lips to God's ears, as the nuns used to say. [ Matt hopes the same, and makes a mental promise to say a prayer for all of them.
The revelation that Steve wants to be an artist is an intriguing one, and he nods with sympathy. ] There's always time to put something good into the world. Don't give it up. If you don't have anything to draw on, then... then make France your canvas.
[ If he was alive, he'd be blushing, both from his own earnestness and Steve's compliment. ] Thanks. I'm glad you can hear me. It's kind of weird, this is all kind of weird, but I'm glad.
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What if this is all only a dream, and he'll be the one to wake up to nothingness? ]
From your lips to God's ears, as the nuns used to say. [ Matt hopes the same, and makes a mental promise to say a prayer for all of them.
The revelation that Steve wants to be an artist is an intriguing one, and he nods with sympathy. ] There's always time to put something good into the world. Don't give it up. If you don't have anything to draw on, then... then make France your canvas.
[ If he was alive, he'd be blushing, both from his own earnestness and Steve's compliment. ] Thanks. I'm glad you can hear me. It's kind of weird, this is all kind of weird, but I'm glad.