[ He swallows, trying to force the words out, but it's too difficult. He wants to think that if he doesn't say it, if he doesn't acknowledge it, maybe it wasn't true, maybe he was just feverish himself, drawn into whatever the plants were doing to them. ]
I can't— Please. Please come over. [ It's painful to even make that request, a bare whisper before he hangs up. ]
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I can't— Please. Please come over. [ It's painful to even make that request, a bare whisper before he hangs up. ]