[he can still remember a time she would have shot him in the face before turning her back on him, and Tate brings the mask against his stomach, holding it between both of his hands like something precious instead of just a piece of fabric.]
[ she doesn't freeze- because Hayley never stops being in motion. not really. regardless of the heart that does or doesn't beat in her chest (metaphors are for people that can afford them. she isn't one of them.) but her fingers find the mouth of her mug regardless, and go still.
i wouldn't mind. hanging out with you.
in the otherwise darkness of her room, with a ghost at her back- holding his mask like a lifeline (holding a world of things he doesn't need and desperately believes he does) Hayley smiles. ]
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I wouldn't mind. [a beat.] Hanging out with you.
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i wouldn't mind. hanging out with you.
in the otherwise darkness of her room, with a ghost at her back- holding his mask like a lifeline (holding a world of things he doesn't need and desperately believes he does) Hayley smiles. ]
Yeah?
Okay.