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[scarcastically]

I dunno if I can carve that out.

[ he carved death into his skin. a mark of sacrifice. ]

I can try, though. Not to say it.

[winscenario]

You can do anything you want. It's a whole new life you have. You have as much right as everyone else to build yourself a new future. It doesn't mean you should forget what you've gone through, or what you've done, but you don't have to be that person for the rest of your days.

Good. That's a start.

[scarcastically]

You've got a lot of faith in me.

[winscenario]

I do, yes. Thought you realized that much by now.

[scarcastically]

It's still new to me.

[winscenario]

You'll have plenty of time to get used to it.

[scarcastically]

Yeah.

With you.

[winscenario]

[ Oh no. That's just going to make him giddy and his insides fluttery all day. ]

With me. That's right.

[scarcastically]

Then I'll take it slow.

[winscenario]

You? Now that's a surprise.

[scarcastically]

Yeah, it's not really my style.

But I'm not rushing towards an end.

[winscenario]

Of course not. This is just the beginning, anyway.

[scarcastically]

[ erik almost wants to ask but — no. hope is fragile. life is fragile. ]

A good beginning.

[winscenario]

Well, so far so good.

It makes me happy to hear you say it that way.

[scarcastically]

Is it weird to say I still get scared?

Not of you, or us. Just.

[winscenario]

Not really. We all get scared sometimes.

What are you scared of, then?

[scarcastically]

Losing, I guess.

I've never won anything that mattered.

[winscenario]

You're not going to lose me, Erik. If that's what you're scared of.

[scarcastically]

You don't know that.

[winscenario]

I do. Stop that. I'm not going anywhere.

[ He just doesn't need to think about waking up the next morning and not having Erik there with him. This sure isn't helping. ]

[scarcastically]

[ yeah he's being a debbie downer. erik pushes it aside. ]

I'll stop.

[ and he changed the subject. ]

Any other artistic plans on your horizon?

[winscenario]

[ It's the kind of conversation that will really lead nowhere, in his honest opinion. They both know that either of them could disappear the next day, but Jim chooses to approach it the same way he approaches dying: could happen tomorrow, but he can't live his whole life with that fear hovering over him. Or else he's never going to be happy, or enjoy anything.

There's nothing either of them can really do to stop it. But he can at least promise that for as long as it's within his control, then he's not leaving Erik's side. ]

Well. [ He smiles a little, appreciating the change of subject. ] I do like photography. And there's always cooking, I'm getting pretty good at that.

[scarcastically]

Damn I'm gonna have a regular Da Vinci on my hands.

[winscenario]

Did Da Vinci know how to cook?

[scarcastically]

I wouldn't put it past him.