("You don't have an off switch.")

I'll kill us both head voice, not now. What the fuck were you expecting, a simple answer?

(We hoped.)

Wishes in one hand and shit in the other.

Out loud, through the lance of pain in her chest: "I get it. I don't want to, but I get it. You know I'll come if you call, for anything."

Erin pulls back, rests her head against Valdis's.

Breathes.

"...There's going to be a lot of people to mourn."