[How could he even begin to explain? That he never had a friend like Peter before coming here? That twenty years of fake memories and their imaginary fallouts – with no memory of one of them having actually died – just made it so much worse?
That staying on the line, listening to him freeze to death and trying to ease him through it had been too much on so many levels?]
[He'd be exactly the same if it were, well...Beckett. That's not a thought that gets to be aired. Even sleep-deprived, some bad ideas are just glaringly bad.]
I'm sorry. I think I should have let you be from the start.
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[How could he even begin to explain? That he never had a friend like Peter before coming here? That twenty years of fake memories and their imaginary fallouts – with no memory of one of them having actually died – just made it so much worse?
That staying on the line, listening to him freeze to death and trying to ease him through it had been too much on so many levels?]
It's just too sad.
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[A quiet sigh. He has this feeling he's definitely done something he shouldn't have, but isn't rested enough to put his finger on it.]
If there's ever anything I can do, know that I'll do my best to fulfill it.
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[Flynn pauses when new tears threaten to come and it takes him a moment to continue.]
I appreciate it. I'm just having a really bad day.
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[He'd be exactly the same if it were, well...Beckett. That's not a thought that gets to be aired. Even sleep-deprived, some bad ideas are just glaringly bad.]
I'm sorry. I think I should have let you be from the start.
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I don't want to take it out on you.
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Of course. Take care of yourself, Flynn.
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