[ Jesse looks up at Galen, away from his shoes, biting his lip absently. It's like he's not even the same person, like a memory of someone from before they were terminally ill, and it's jarring. Jesse wants to give in.
But he would've never made it in life this far if he'd just let his guard down. ] ... Love y'too, Galen. [ He says quietly, squeezing Galen's hand back. Because it's true, he does - just not what November gave him. ]
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But he would've never made it in life this far if he'd just let his guard down. ] ... Love y'too, Galen. [ He says quietly, squeezing Galen's hand back. Because it's true, he does - just not what November gave him. ]