[ Spy is right, wiping his eyes brings only temporary relief and the searing just comes back even hotter. He can't get up with Spy inspecting him, not that he wants to. Even with his eyes shut, it feels like he's on a boat on stormy waters. He's panting, his heartbeat hammering loudly in his head. The touch on his jaw is cool like a balm. ]
Why're you bein' so nice to me?
[ He doesn't really know he's said it aloud; there's no real barrier between his mind and his mouth now, if there ever was. ]
Maybe if we shut the door and wait it out quietlike, they'll think we made off.
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Why're you bein' so nice to me?
[ He doesn't really know he's said it aloud; there's no real barrier between his mind and his mouth now, if there ever was. ]
Maybe if we shut the door and wait it out quietlike, they'll think we made off.