[You always hit the ground. You always touch back down, gravity always comes back around to pull your legs in again. Just like responsibility and duty are always going to come back and drag him out of this.]
[He's always going to have a fight to go back to. No matter how many layers of clouds and starlight he drowns himself in. And they both know it.]
[He won't ask me to stay / ... did you want him to?]
(Hey... hey, if you wanted to hear that... all you had to do was ask.)
[The words come out shaky. Some fragile, wounded things. Like he's trying to fight to get the words out in a way he never had to before -- not with Sam. When in reality, it's a struggle to keep a straight face after this. Scrubbing the heel of his hand over his face in an effort to make everything look normal. Make it look like the crackling, breaking feeling in his chest had never happened.]
[Even though it's the first time it ever happened in a good way.]
[He's never, ever said those words like this. He wasn't expecting them to hurt. To pull his feet in the direction of that voice in his head. Like there's a magnet connecting them. Pieces of metal in each others' chests.]
[Tugging until it won't feel right until they meet.]
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[He's always going to have a fight to go back to. No matter how many layers of clouds and starlight he drowns himself in. And they both know it.]
[He won't ask me to stay / ... did you want him to?]
(Hey... hey, if you wanted to hear that... all you had to do was ask.)
[The words come out shaky. Some fragile, wounded things. Like he's trying to fight to get the words out in a way he never had to before -- not with Sam. When in reality, it's a struggle to keep a straight face after this. Scrubbing the heel of his hand over his face in an effort to make everything look normal. Make it look like the crackling, breaking feeling in his chest had never happened.]
[Even though it's the first time it ever happened in a good way.]
[He's never, ever said those words like this. He wasn't expecting them to hurt. To pull his feet in the direction of that voice in his head. Like there's a magnet connecting them. Pieces of metal in each others' chests.]
[Tugging until it won't feel right until they meet.]
(Are you going to make me look for you?)