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Just can't fucking help yourself, huh.

What can I say, the voice of reason in the back of my head has been oddly silent of late.

[ maybe he's talking about henry.

maybe deep down he kind of knows he didn't have to tell her, that if he hadn't she never would have known. maybe he just wanted to make sure she still cared.

maybe he is never going to admit that even to himself in a million years. ]

_{[No one would call her a voice of reason so it must be the second one.

Which kind of pisses her off, and the more he makes her worry, the more pissed off she gets. She can only hope the end result is sounding more pissed off than worried.]}

You've clearly forgotten what goes on here.

[ it's hard to read her tone through text. sean would like to believe she's worried—he would be sure she was, if he was still sure he knows her like he did before. but he doesn't, so he ends up reading a mixture of concern and irritation. ]

If I had, the last months have been a stark reminder.