[He looks up at her then, something probing in his gaze. Like he can see inside her, like he's looking for something. A hand moves to cover the front of the notebook, keeping the contents hidden.
Tell her, she whispers. He shakes his head, tries to clear it; he's been trying to ignore her so long that even now it's habit to try. He closes his eyes, clenching his jaw, takes a breath. Tell her, Richie, she encourages, and he lets the breath out and opens his eyes. Watches the woman in front of him warily, still not sure it's the best idea, but she said. She hasn't steered him wrong yet.]
I figured out what it's all about. What's going on. But...I don't know why. Or what's coming.
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Tell her, she whispers. He shakes his head, tries to clear it; he's been trying to ignore her so long that even now it's habit to try. He closes his eyes, clenching his jaw, takes a breath. Tell her, Richie, she encourages, and he lets the breath out and opens his eyes. Watches the woman in front of him warily, still not sure it's the best idea, but she said. She hasn't steered him wrong yet.]
I figured out what it's all about. What's going on. But...I don't know why. Or what's coming.