[Albert doesn't yell out this time, doesn't even flinch or exclaim. If anything, his body seems to relax slightly, and his breathing starts to return to normal.]
... Thanks. ... Sorry. I had to make sure.
[You are always in my dreams, he wants to say. You are always in my dreams. Happy dreams, sad dreams, angry dreams. But then I wake, and you are gone. And your blood is always on my hands.]
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... Thanks. ... Sorry. I had to make sure.
[You are always in my dreams, he wants to say. You are always in my dreams. Happy dreams, sad dreams, angry dreams. But then I wake, and you are gone. And your blood is always on my hands.]