[It's like a bruise on Arel's heart. Blood clogging, a dark halo around his arteries, squeezing at them. He takes the bag but it feels surreal, like a dream where he and Janus have not made any strides since they met.
Arel fucked up. He fucked up bad, and he's fucked Janus up. He broke something, he broke Janus, took something from them that he had no right to take. If only - if only he could take it back.]
Janus -
[It's too late. Janus is already walking out the door, not looking back, like they're putting all of this behind them, like there's nothing else to say. There's so much to say - what it means, what is is, how can Arel help?
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Arel fucked up. He fucked up bad, and he's fucked Janus up. He broke something, he broke Janus, took something from them that he had no right to take. If only - if only he could take it back.]
Janus -
[It's too late. Janus is already walking out the door, not looking back, like they're putting all of this behind them, like there's nothing else to say. There's so much to say - what it means, what is is, how can Arel help?
But it's too late.]