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[She takes his hand; he squeezes, releases. He's so used to it now. When she's not there - when he's uneasy - he longs after it.

[He can't believe the words coming out of her mouth. He's sure he must look stupid, mouth hanging open - God knows what color his face is. He...

[He feels briefly angry because he doesn't want this part to be a dream-- But...no, it's not a dream. Aubrey has his hand - squeezing, releasing.

[The first ugly question is why would she ever want--

[She has wanted it. She's been here. They love each other. It isn't a secret. It isn't a surprise...

[But dreams like this just don't come true for bad people. They shouldn't, right? And she still...doesn't know...

[He's been quiet far too long. He looks cartoonishly shocked.]

You...want to...? Me? Really...?