[ Because they aren't fighting. They definitely aren't fighting. Billy and Jem aren't fighting over her sitting across a table staring down Danny Johnson, a rat that Billy can't wrap his mind around. Wheeler, Harrington, By— ]
Whatever. I'll ask. Just— be careful. I mean it. I don't know what he meant when he said— [ Wheeler, Harrington, Byers. Wheeler, Harrington, Byers. ]
I don’t know either. [she does. it’s a little pathetic of her: she can still hear John say just come home. is it terrible of her, if she wants to keep that?
maybe. maybe terrible people deserve each other. ]
[ Then stop. Then stop and stop and just stop and come— home. Another home. Home is the big chair in the boarding house commons when the fire's roaring and they're both squished in a seat. Home's his room with Iggy, Jem squished to one side, Iggy on the other when he's home early, not even pretending to be annoyed. Home's her room, the sheets that smell like her and also Eddie. It's too fractured. There's no family table. ]
He knows... [ he trails off, voice a waver, a little lost, confusion and uncertainty cloying and sticky, taffy in his thoughts. ] people from my world. Said he killed them. I believe him. There's a name he shouldn't know.
[She feels a little cold. Feels a creeping ice on her arms, feels terribly like she wants to crawl out of her own skin. She hisses, aloud, unseen anger and gritted teeth. ]
I'll get the truth out of him. [Probably. Maybe. ] Okay?
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What'd he say to you?
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Whatever. I'll ask. Just— be careful. I mean it. I don't know what he meant when he said— [ Wheeler, Harrington, Byers. Wheeler, Harrington, Byers. ]
I don't know why you're doing this.
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maybe. maybe terrible people deserve each other. ]
— Meant what? What - what did he say to you?
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He knows... [ he trails off, voice a waver, a little lost, confusion and uncertainty cloying and sticky, taffy in his thoughts. ] people from my world. Said he killed them. I believe him. There's a name he shouldn't know.
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I'll get the truth out of him. [Probably. Maybe. ] Okay?
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You heard what Quentin said.
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[she fucking heard him loud and clear. ] Billy - he's not going to hurt me.
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Does he love you?
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Does he love you? Because he sure loved Quentin.
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Maybe I shouldn't come back tomorrow. I think - I need. Space. We both need space.
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You said tomorrow. [ She needs to come, so he can convince to her to stay. ]
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[ No they aren't! Not tomorrow. But he cuts this off, his heart in his throat. ]