[ Lorca scoffs quietly into his glass, sipping his scotch. She's persnickety tonight. He could dance around to hit upon the exact language to appease her but that would piss her off just the same. If not now then later. ]
They change. When I miss someone, I don't scramble after their ghost. [ Or invite them into his home, to haunt him until he feels properly punished. ] I hold on harder to the living.
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Date: 2026-02-05 03:15 am (UTC)They change. When I miss someone, I don't scramble after their ghost. [ Or invite them into his home, to haunt him until he feels properly punished. ] I hold on harder to the living.