Re: Preston R./Saint R.
Oh. [Snap. Saint doesn't think of thinking at people in the same way. It's images (again) but ones that push forward, the sharpness of black and white enhanced, the technicolor amped up. A flurry, exhaustive - this time it's moments, leaving made difficult, pretending, a ceiling fan, a flit into high-school but one after the other too quickly to really look.]
You're human. You feel. And it's [Pause.] real. People know when they've hurt someone. Even if they didn't mean it. They know there's wanting. Not having. It's just truth. Unvarnished. But truth. Steve knows already. Do you think if he didn't know, he wouldn't think you'd feel the same?