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“It’s you,” he chokes. “Okay? It’s fucking—you.”
Dennis knows he must look like a wild animal. He feels like one, eyes blown wide, chest heaving under the effort it took to keep that in.
For a split second, he’s thirteen again, kneeling in a dark confessional booth that smells like dust and old varnish. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. There’s a man on the other side of the partition, shadowed and faceless. He braces for disappointment. For correction. No hail Marys passed through the lattice. No absolution.
When he looks up now, it isn’t a priest staring back at him.
It’s Robby. And Robby doesn’t look angry. It would’ve been easier if he had. Furious at the duty, as he called it, thrust upon him without consent. Anger, Dennis could survive. Instead, Robby looks incredulous, like he doesn’t even believe him.
Or Dennis has rejection sickness, and he must stay by Robby's side to recover. Alone.