[Mitchell just-- stares at her. And there's a long moment of silence. Or maybe it's not so long as all that, maybe it just seems long.
All he's thinking of is the tear of Annie's departure. The feeling of it--so visceral it was like getting run through with a fucking bayonet, and it just went on, and on--]
What?
[It's all he can manage, eventually. He's still staring at her. There's a numb feeling in the tips of his fingers, like his hands have fallen asleep.]
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All he's thinking of is the tear of Annie's departure. The feeling of it--so visceral it was like getting run through with a fucking bayonet, and it just went on, and on--]
What?
[It's all he can manage, eventually. He's still staring at her. There's a numb feeling in the tips of his fingers, like his hands have fallen asleep.]
You asked who?