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Joe Russo (notalongtime) wrote in heureuxlake,

Ram looked like he was going to vomit, Frankie thought, remembering how much he disliked making decisions. This was one situation where there was no 'both' option. He knew a dozen ways to comfort Ram, a dozen ways that he knew would work, but they were all things that Joe should do, not him.

"I like Joe's mom," he offered. "Reminds me of my ma. One of the good ones, as far as our parents go." Some of their other lives hadn't really been so lucky in that department. Frankie sat down heavily on the bed next to Ram, leaning forward, his hands clasped together between his spread knees. "Joe..." He sighed. "Joe wants to preserve the relationship he has with his parents for as long as he has left." For all the hope that Ram had given him, Frankie knew Joe had never truly lost that sense of having a ticking clock over his head. "So either we betray him and tell her the whole damn truth or we lie."

As much as Joe's thoughts were often so in sync with Ram's, Frankie's turned out to be the opposite. "Look, this isn't my life. I died a long time ago. I'm just visiting and I'd think it was a dream if it didn't hurt so fuckin' much. It's your choice, buddy. He trusts you. For better or worse."