[Ben feels part of his heart go with Alex when he leans away; he looks back from a distance of only a few inches, difficult to focus at this range for him, but he doesn't need to. Whatever his mind keeps, it keeps all of: he has had Alex memorized for years.
He is able to look steadily back, and - what he says is not a lie. He believes Alex, utterly.] Of course.
It won't be. [He believes that Alex believes it, that he must. It's Ben's own life he doesn't trust. It's his own history, his own obstacles, his own decisions. If he can, he will see Alex again, he will go there, he will meet the people he's heard so much about.
If he can.] It can't be. [He smiles, then, because there is nothing else left to do.
Nothing except offer something back that he didn't learn from Alex, but he may as well have.] You won't be rid of me that easily.
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He is able to look steadily back, and - what he says is not a lie. He believes Alex, utterly.] Of course.
It won't be. [He believes that Alex believes it, that he must. It's Ben's own life he doesn't trust. It's his own history, his own obstacles, his own decisions. If he can, he will see Alex again, he will go there, he will meet the people he's heard so much about.
If he can.] It can't be. [He smiles, then, because there is nothing else left to do.
Nothing except offer something back that he didn't learn from Alex, but he may as well have.] You won't be rid of me that easily.