Can’t let anyone go into that one blind. Shout if you need rescuing from him, too. Or you can always distract him by saying something about me. Either works.

[ That’s mostly a joke. Mostly. It’s definitely probably easy to distract him with the right comment about her, but. ]

Both of ours. Hazard of spending thirty fuckin’ years of our lives barely apart, basically all of our memories overlap. Guess whatever caused the dreams decided to— combine shit for simplicity or some shit, I don’t know.

[ She rolls her eyes. Luckily it didn’t make her relive his death with him, that’d have bothered her in a whole different way. ]