['Won't catch me thanking anyone for your horrid mugs,' but that's not true at all, is it? Teasing is one thing, but he doesn't have the heart for it right now. Doesn't even really have a heart at all, just a useless, beatless pound of flesh sitting in his chest, and that's the problem, right there. Not moving but it still hurts, and how could he ever dare to betray it?
A rare moment of honesty, and Fred quiets a beat.]
You can't promise you'll be here tomorrow. Or even by the time we get back.
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['Won't catch me thanking anyone for your horrid mugs,' but that's not true at all, is it? Teasing is one thing, but he doesn't have the heart for it right now. Doesn't even really have a heart at all, just a useless, beatless pound of flesh sitting in his chest, and that's the problem, right there. Not moving but it still hurts, and how could he ever dare to betray it?
A rare moment of honesty, and Fred quiets a beat.]
You can't promise you'll be here tomorrow. Or even by the time we get back.