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side a: i didn't want to tell you all the things i've wished
"I love you, James," Draven whispers, his throat so tight that he can barely speak.
The door is unlocked. Draven sits with his legs crossed in front of the couch as James lies in the bed, half-laid, eyes fluttering at the ceiling, his lips pursed tightly against a small smile. There's a line of blood drying around his nostrils, but otherwise his face is smooth, the scars barely noticeable. He doesn't move. "I love you."
James closes his eyes and turns away from him, silent for a long time.
"I know," he mumbles in reply, and Draven feels his stomach turn, twisting, aching.
He tries not to let himself cry. He looks up to see the clock on the wall, watches it crawl toward midnight.
side b: i love you but i am no one's savior
"I know," James whispers, staring blankly at the ceiling. He's sitting up this time, propped against a pillow. Draven sits beside him.
He doesn't try to touch his bandaged hand. "I know."