He looked back at Cash in consternation. No, that couldn’t be true: he might have convinced himself of that in the aftermath, but it wasn’t, Theo felt sure of that. It was – just survivor’s guilt gnawing away at him, a cross to bear or cling to.
And Theo didn’t know what had happened to Eli Swan to properly argue the fact, but after having to face the thought of losing him he was committed, now, to keeping Cash here. Here with him. “Cash,” he contested gently, pressing his other hand to Cash’s cheek, to say it determinedly in his look, if he couldn’t in words: it’s not. “How could it have been?”
And Theo didn’t know what had happened to Eli Swan to properly argue the fact, but after having to face the thought of losing him he was committed, now, to keeping Cash here. Here with him. “Cash,” he contested gently, pressing his other hand to Cash’s cheek, to say it determinedly in his look, if he couldn’t in words: it’s not. “How could it have been?”
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