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hate the full moon. today. always.

It will be fine. *Whispers*

*lays back, very obviously in pain* They're right you know... if I stopped fighting it, it would hurt less... *though, he likely will never stop fighting*

*pets his hair gently, talking softly* Then why don't you just embrace it?

Because I hate it, Frankie. I hate having no control over it, so I battle for every bit I have. I have always hated it. I have always fought it. I wouldn't even know how to stop fighting now.

How is Dev?

Did you ever think that maybe if you gave in, you could learn how to control it?

He's sleeping at the moment.

No. What if I can't? What if I hurt ~~you... Dev...~~ someone? The very idea makes me ill.

Good. He's not in any pain then? *why yes, he does hope it won't affect their son*

You'd never hurt me or Dev. I think you could control it enough.

He was restless earlier but I gave him baby Tylenol.

I might. I don't know... *looks serious* I'm scared of it.

*nods* I'm glad it worked.

Then we should take you somewhere private.

I can get someone to watch Dev.

*reaches out for her hand* Why do you put up with this? *and he may be asking teasingly, but he honestly does wonder*

*nods* That sounds like a good idea.

*Takes his hand, curling her fingers around his* Because I love you.

When do you want to go?

Oh, is that all? *laughs softly, squeezing her hand*

Today. As soon as possible. It's going to get worse soon.

Guess that was all it took. *She squeezes back, smiling*

I will make a couple phone calls.

God I'm lucky. I know it very well.

*nods* Thank you, love.

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