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There aren’t any illusions between them; the understanding they have is the kind of feeling that sits low in their guts and just eats at them until there’s nothing whole of them left, just two pathetic shells trying to cling to something vaguely familiar in a desperate attempt to not be alone. This is the last thing they need. He’s just been killed and come back to life again and she’s just lost her father. They shouldn’t be doing this but they just want to feel.