You have to be ready to die. [ There's a moment where he feels bad for harping on it, where it feels like nagging.
William sticks a hand in his hair, grips it. What the fuck is wrong with him? It's her life. A snatch of song comes through the radio, a cheery bum-bum-bum. He flinches. ] Overwhelmed with what? [ Pain. A flush of anger: he's stuck sitting at the radio waiting for her to say the word. ]
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William sticks a hand in his hair, grips it. What the fuck is wrong with him? It's her life. A snatch of song comes through the radio, a cheery bum-bum-bum. He flinches. ] Overwhelmed with what? [ Pain. A flush of anger: he's stuck sitting at the radio waiting for her to say the word. ]