[Fiddleford settles some of his coils onto the bed and puts his hands on Marco's shoulders. Already a good sign, probably. He's not so upset that he wants a minimum amount of distance between them.]
I don't want you to leave. I just want to know-- I want to know what you were thinkin'.
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[Fiddleford settles some of his coils onto the bed and puts his hands on Marco's shoulders. Already a good sign, probably. He's not so upset that he wants a minimum amount of distance between them.]
I don't want you to leave. I just want to know-- I want to know what you were thinkin'.