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[theyregooddogs]

[whenever they are both up to functioning]

What's your plan for tonight?

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[theyregooddogs]

[thank god!! will is going to stare at his hands]

If I were me in your position? Understand his shortcomings and walk away from it. But saying and doing are different things. You aren't me, either.

[afailedmurder]

I used my "vacation" today. It showed me a world where Kurusu and I were friends... real friends who could rely on one another. Not whatever facsimile of it we've been playing at here. But they had to turn back time to do it. No matter how hard I try, there'll always be somebody he likes better, somebody he trusts more... somebody who's never hurt him.

So maybe you're right. Is he even worth killing for, if he only cares about me when it's convenient? Maybe it is time to walk away.

[theyregooddogs]

Few are worth killing for. I don't think he deserves that— Honor from you.

[afailedmurder]

[nods slowly]

If I do kill, it'll be for myself. For my justice.

[theyregooddogs]

[you fucking did it!!!!!]

Are you thinking of killing?

[afailedmurder]

I've been thinking about killing the whole time.

[sighs]

...But I don't know. Probably not. Right now, it doesn't even feel worth the effort.

[theyregooddogs]

. . . Do you want to let yourself be killed?

[afailedmurder]

...No. I'm not that weak.

But it might be satisfying to make someone kill me.

[theyregooddogs]

Someone who isn't Akira?

[afailedmurder]

[doesn't answer]

[theyregooddogs]

Please . . . —Don't.

[afailedmurder]

[looks up at him, a little surprised, before dropping his head again]

Ah... n-no, I won't. I think I'll simply rest tonight. This has all been extremely... tiring.

[theyregooddogs]

[still crouched down, head low, just weighing options for a beat]

Alright . . . You can, um, have Baxter? If you want. Or I have bourbon.

[idk??]

[afailedmurder]

I always thought people who drank were the most pathetic...

[sure does sound like he's considering it, though]

Well, either way, I'd be glad for Baxter's company.

[theyregooddogs]

They can be. But it can help clear the fog, in moderation.

[scooping up the sleepy puppy and putting him on the bed, work your magic]

[afailedmurder]

[idly pets]

I suppose... I wouldn't refuse, if you wanted to leave it here.

[theyregooddogs]

Not too convincing. Baxter is enough, this time.

[afailedmurder]

[sighs. but maybe a little relieved? there are still some levels upon which he is still just a kid]

...Yes, that's probably for the best.

[theyregooddogs]

Get some rest. Drop him off whenever you're ready.

[afailedmurder]

...Thank you.

[Will Graham you are the nicest adult I have ever met]

[theyregooddogs]

[and that's really sad, shrugging as he tries to figure out a response and goes with . . . making his exit, going to close the door behind him]