The water is cool and feels so good in his hands. Settling in on the couch, he looks up at her with love and affection. Unbidden. They could have had a life together if he hadn't fucked it up...the past is past now though and what matters is protecting their son.
"...I'm sick." He pauses, "That-That thing..." Pointing at the symbiote he rises, before weakly falling to the couch, "That thing made me think I had cancer. It changed the tests until it...it...gave me it."
His voice is filled with loathing before he buries himself in her couch, "...This. All of this is because of an experimental fucking...treatment thing. It's a long story." He swallows, "I'll bring Dylan here. Or you can come there. I might actually need a ride back there to be honest."
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Date: 2019-02-27 04:18 am (UTC)"...I'm sick." He pauses, "That-That thing..." Pointing at the symbiote he rises, before weakly falling to the couch, "That thing made me think I had cancer. It changed the tests until it...it...gave me it."
His voice is filled with loathing before he buries himself in her couch, "...This. All of this is because of an experimental fucking...treatment thing. It's a long story." He swallows, "I'll bring Dylan here. Or you can come there. I might actually need a ride back there to be honest."