She turns her face into his palm, covering it with her own hand and holding it there.
'Me, too. But I'm glad, too, knowing that you're out there, guiding some other poor sod through. It's what you're good at, and I'm glad you're there, taking them in, putting them to work.' She grins at the memory. 'And then getting them drunk off their face.'
She has no idea what he's going back to, and she realises, she's scared for him, too. It's a whole new world for him, without Ray and Chris. And her.
Her eyes open and she smirks at him. 'You're going to miss me, I know it. You'll have to learn to spout your own brand of psycho-bollocks.'
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She turns her face into his palm, covering it with her own hand and holding it there.
'Me, too. But I'm glad, too, knowing that you're out there, guiding some other poor sod through. It's what you're good at, and I'm glad you're there, taking them in, putting them to work.' She grins at the memory. 'And then getting them drunk off their face.'
She has no idea what he's going back to, and she realises, she's scared for him, too. It's a whole new world for him, without Ray and Chris. And her.
Her eyes open and she smirks at him. 'You're going to miss me, I know it. You'll have to learn to spout your own brand of psycho-bollocks.'