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The hospital scares Eric, the way Linus looks so small in a hospital bed – the way his skin looks just as white as the sheets under the gown, the way his eyes are closed and the only indication he’s still there is the stable bounce of the monitor read out.
No better time than now.
He presses Linus’ knuckles to his lips, gripping tighter. This could be the time he doesn’t come back.
“I love you, and you were right about Luke and Leia,” he admits sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
Linus’ fingers flex and he opens his eyes; “Love you too.”
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No better time than now.
He presses Linus’ knuckles to his lips, gripping tighter. This could be the time he doesn’t come back.
“I love you, and you were right about Luke and Leia,” he admits sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
Linus’ fingers flex and he opens his eyes; “Love you too.”
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For Muir's drabble tree.
