[After a little bit, his forehead moves against her shoulder, up-down. A nod. Intellectually, the words don't mean a thing to him. They're still in a hell, of sorts, the Overseer pushing and threatening and coaxing and playing on their fears, desires, and sins towards some unclear but bloody end. She can't make that promise. At the same time, though, it's exactly what Brook wants to hear.
His hands come shakily up, fingers curling into her sleeves. Just the fabric, barely holding on, but holding on like a child.]
I th-th-thought...
[There's a mean Looney Tunes joke to make here about his being Porky Pig instead of Bugs Bunny. He gulps again, clinging to that thread of control he still has.]
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His hands come shakily up, fingers curling into her sleeves. Just the fabric, barely holding on, but holding on like a child.]
I th-th-thought...
[There's a mean Looney Tunes joke to make here about his being Porky Pig instead of Bugs Bunny. He gulps again, clinging to that thread of control he still has.]
I don't think... I don't th-think I can go back.