[Yes Raleigh, just how exactly did you know that was Rose, anyway. You fucking stalker creep. He confirms the correct pronunciation of his name after she takes a guess-- Rhauly, phonetically. Like in North Carolina-- and nods, suddenly realizing that this is actually a little random and GOOD JOB BECKET YOU FUCKED IT UP ALREADY. But.. in what is probably a fucking mercy she just seems to roll with it and he is so quietly grateful, turning the subject back to the mirror. And so he smiles again. Softly. Sympathetically.]
She can't be as bad as mine, trust me. But I won't. I promise.
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She can't be as bad as mine, trust me. But I won't. I promise.