[ For a moment, he says nothing. He wishes he could be honest and tell Erik that he'd killed the only person who'd ever mattered to him in his whole life, but it doesn't seem like something he should admit. It feels weak, and he doesn't want to be weak. Suddenly, too, he's tired, and rather than continue this conversation sitting, he stretches out onto Erik's bed. Because he can. ]
then i guess we should figure all of this out so you can go back
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then i guess we should figure all of this out so you can go back