Arthur was a touch-oriented person; his grip on Dezzie's hand was tenuous but felt like the only thing anchoring him. He had never been good at words. This was a words conversation, but he was not good at them, especially not when pulling them out of his chest felt like mining for a resource that did not exist.

"I'm not going to fuck this up," Arthur said. It felt like a lie as soon as he said it. "I'm going to - try not to. I promise."

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