[ It sounds sincere. And he wants it to be, desperately. All the things that he wants, all those same things, ball into a rough lump in his throat. He doesn't believe him. It always sounds sincere, and he always finds a reason to abandon him anyway. ]
Hawk, just...stop. You chose a party invitation over me, and if I let you, you would do it again.
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Hawk, just...stop. You chose a party invitation over me, and if I let you, you would do it again.