Some conversations, says Tony. About my future. And it lands, too late. Things that you know are going to happen.
Stephen blinks his surprise - and kills any chance he might have had of playing this off as a mistake.
He can't even remember the conversation. How much was said, what might still be salvageable. Instead he stares for too long back at Tony, at the gaps his expression fills in, scrabbling for any way to pull this back under control before he ruins any chance this man has at a peaceful extension of his too-short life. Stephen's mouth tugs down at a corner, tremulous, a faint furrow cropping up between his brows. Distress free to make a guest of itself in his expression where he's not had the time to pull on any masks.
And it really is too late. ]
How much did he say?
[ It's not about concealment any more. The tight calm in Stephen's voice is an attempt at a family room demeanour his medical career never called on him to hone.
He needs to know so he knows what's left to tell. ]
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Some conversations, says Tony. About my future. And it lands, too late. Things that you know are going to happen.
Stephen blinks his surprise - and kills any chance he might have had of playing this off as a mistake.
He can't even remember the conversation. How much was said, what might still be salvageable. Instead he stares for too long back at Tony, at the gaps his expression fills in, scrabbling for any way to pull this back under control before he ruins any chance this man has at a peaceful extension of his too-short life. Stephen's mouth tugs down at a corner, tremulous, a faint furrow cropping up between his brows. Distress free to make a guest of itself in his expression where he's not had the time to pull on any masks.
And it really is too late. ]
How much did he say?
[ It's not about concealment any more. The tight calm in Stephen's voice is an attempt at a family room demeanour his medical career never called on him to hone.
He needs to know so he knows what's left to tell. ]