[He spares Tate a side eye, brows furrowing as he lets silence linger, but he doesn't contest the question. Cassidy could just ignore it or change the subject, but fuck it, honesty between pals is something he values enough that he keeps going.]
My son. He was dyin', so I let him live.
[Buuut the slight edge of bitterness to that "let him live" statement makes it sound like he doesn't particularly agree with the words coming out of his own mouth.]
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My son. He was dyin', so I let him live.
[Buuut the slight edge of bitterness to that "let him live" statement makes it sound like he doesn't particularly agree with the words coming out of his own mouth.]