[It feels like the perfect moment to kiss her. He feels lighter than he has in days, and she's as happy to see him as he is to see her. He can almost smell it. But his gut twists, and he tastes something sour in the back of his throat, not blood or bile but that taste that comes when you cry so hard you feel like you're choking. He's not crying now, he's not going to cry in front of her.
He doesn't want to tell her, and he doesn't want to not tell her.]
Daneca...
[He wants to kiss her, and he wants to throw up, and it's one of the worst things he's ever felt. Stopping, facing her and reaching for her other hand, Scott looks down at them, running his thumbs over her covered knuckles.]
I should--
[He's not sure how to say it, any of it, so he bites off his words and turns his head, sniffing the air. He buys some more time.]
I smell water. A lake, probably. Come on, let's check it out. [He manages a smile, turns in the direction he smelled and pulls her gently with her. He can't forget her, and he can't forget who he lost. And he doesn't want to tell her, just to watch her pull away.]
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He doesn't want to tell her, and he doesn't want to not tell her.]
Daneca...
[He wants to kiss her, and he wants to throw up, and it's one of the worst things he's ever felt. Stopping, facing her and reaching for her other hand, Scott looks down at them, running his thumbs over her covered knuckles.]
I should--
[He's not sure how to say it, any of it, so he bites off his words and turns his head, sniffing the air. He buys some more time.]
I smell water. A lake, probably. Come on, let's check it out. [He manages a smile, turns in the direction he smelled and pulls her gently with her. He can't forget her, and he can't forget who he lost. And he doesn't want to tell her, just to watch her pull away.]