Then you could just say "thank you, Maeve" instead of spit-shining your voice as though I am anyone you need to impress. I'm not. I'm just a tool that fit the task. And I will be alone here if you die.
[ and now Maeve hesitates—because, again, why did they say that? one need eventually outweighs the other, though. they unsteadily set the mussed-up paperwork back on his desk and inch over to stand beside his chair ]
Ceciliano touched my cheek, that first day. When we went to get the supplies for HR.
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Thank you, Maeve.
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I. I—
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But I'll do whatever I please with my own voice.
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...Pascal...
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...can you... hug me?
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Okay. C'mere.
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kinda trembly ]
I don't touch people often. Like this.
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[ there's not really anywhere to go with that train of thought, she realizes. or at least, she tells herself. so she falls quiet and just... rests against Pascal. trying not to do something pathetic and miserable like bunch up the back of his shirt ]
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Don't say things like that.
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