He doesn't know how much of a difference it would make. Who knows how aware Elias is of his own coding. But any advantage is one he'll take and be grateful for.
He reaches out and, after a moment, puts one of his hands over Marco's and squeezes.
"I don't know if this is right. I can't ever totally trust myself with this sort of thing. I'm not goin' to pretend I'm sure. And I think that means maybe I've given it some real thought, because if I hadn't, I wouldn't be so worried. Does that make sense?"
Marco lets out a shaky breath at Fiddleford's touch. It's grounding, as usual, and therefore appreciated.
"I know that. You wouldn't do something like this without thinking." His smile evens out, although it still betrays his exhaustion. "I trust you. I trust you."
But he's reassuring Fiddleford just as much as he's reminding himself. Does that count for something, making an effort to stamp down his awful, persistent paranoia? He wants to think it does, but he can't allow himself to.
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He doesn't know how much of a difference it would make. Who knows how aware Elias is of his own coding. But any advantage is one he'll take and be grateful for.
He reaches out and, after a moment, puts one of his hands over Marco's and squeezes.
"I don't know if this is right. I can't ever totally trust myself with this sort of thing. I'm not goin' to pretend I'm sure. And I think that means maybe I've given it some real thought, because if I hadn't, I wouldn't be so worried. Does that make sense?"
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"I know that. You wouldn't do something like this without thinking." His smile evens out, although it still betrays his exhaustion. "I trust you. I trust you."
But he's reassuring Fiddleford just as much as he's reminding himself. Does that count for something, making an effort to stamp down his awful, persistent paranoia? He wants to think it does, but he can't allow himself to.