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“—why you felt compelled to do something so suicidal.”
There’s dried blood on the corner of TK’s lips.
Carlos wants to build a shield against TK — a futile effort to ignore what he feels in the aftermath of TK’s tendency to avoid emotional confrontation by seeking physical pain. He wonders what’s so traumatic in his past that TK won’t allow him in.
Lips draw a disdainful grimace.
He’s suffocating in those bottomless eyes — they are intimately linked to all his memories of their time together.
“Got a little crud there, by the way,” he finally says, offering the tissue box.