[ Well, if she puts it like that, it's harder and harder to explain that strangeness he senses.
It's not like he can come out and say, "I feel like something is wrong, even if you're not saying so, and I always learn to trust my gut when it's screaming at me that I need to fix something."
Because she'll just come out and say he's being ridiculous, that he's seriously weird, and maybe she'd be right, but he still has that inkling of wrongness that nags at the back of his head. ]
Could you just— humor me?
[ A little lamely, as he rocks back, moving toward the door. ]
It'll be quick, okay? Ten, fifteen minutes. Tops. Then we can get some sleep.
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It's not like he can come out and say, "I feel like something is wrong, even if you're not saying so, and I always learn to trust my gut when it's screaming at me that I need to fix something."
Because she'll just come out and say he's being ridiculous, that he's seriously weird, and maybe she'd be right, but he still has that inkling of wrongness that nags at the back of his head. ]
Could you just— humor me?
[ A little lamely, as he rocks back, moving toward the door. ]
It'll be quick, okay? Ten, fifteen minutes. Tops. Then we can get some sleep.