He wants to tell him he knows. Because he does. He had respected it and let it go but he kind of stares at him for a minute because it was hard, but it was about what Michael wanted, so he'd gone along with him. But now...
"We know they don't listen, Michael," he whispers softly. "And if the worst thing they do to us is bring you this, it's better than things have been,' he points out, moving a few steps closer to Michael.
"It's not fucked up. It's memories, and thinks that were taken from us that we're getting back here, Michael. Maybe this place is trying to help us," he says softly. "I mean, we needed a work space for you and then your work space is here?"
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Date: 2020-06-13 04:13 am (UTC)"We know they don't listen, Michael," he whispers softly. "And if the worst thing they do to us is bring you this, it's better than things have been,' he points out, moving a few steps closer to Michael.
"It's not fucked up. It's memories, and thinks that were taken from us that we're getting back here, Michael. Maybe this place is trying to help us," he says softly. "I mean, we needed a work space for you and then your work space is here?"