Sweeney's long since accepted what being here means for his condition. He hates it without question, but if it's that or Hell or not existing, he's ready to try. He doesn't want to explain to her that he's already lost himself many times before he got here. So he moves to the other question instead as he sets the fourth cigarette in the lid and picks up another paper.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt fer ya ta not talk 'bout him when I'm tryin' ta fuck ya." He'd think such would be obvious, but at this point, he feels it needs to be voiced directly.
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Date: 2021-11-16 06:14 am (UTC)"Well, it wouldn't hurt fer ya ta not talk 'bout him when I'm tryin' ta fuck ya." He'd think such would be obvious, but at this point, he feels it needs to be voiced directly.