ambiography | [pcs] beau

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[she rubs at her chest absently, her sternum.]

Hey. If I go up there tomorrow, and I lose, I need you to take care of Caleb and Molly.

Beauregard--

[she starts to say something, then just. pauses. exhales a slow breath, and nods.]

...I will. I promise.

[she sinks down into the couch.]

... I'm not gonna fucking die. But just in case. [...] Thanks.

I'll hope that you're right, then. But if anything happens later on-- I'll do the same then, too.