35 ; promise

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"so what was it like at eugene's?"

"it was cool. he's really sweet, shane, you should make more of an effort to talk to him."

"hm.. sure."

"wait- really?"

"yeah. anyway, how're your lungs today, mister man?"

i shrug, apathically.

"same old, same old. don't work."

shane sweeps me up into a hug, being careful of my tubes and various other bits of my condition.

"i wish you'd get better."

"tell my stupid lungs that."

"baby?"

"yeah? what's wrong?"

shane's shaking and he's making little whimpering noises in his throat.

"shane? what, what's wrong? are you okay?"

"don't leave me here."

now shane is the one who needs to be cuddled. we sink down to the floor of my living room, and i hold him in my arms and play with his hair.

he wraps his arms around my waist, crying harder. my heart pangs and i feel my own tears well up in my eyes.

"i won't."

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