Curtis returned the look, a faintly proud glint in his eye. With a sick twist in his gut, he realized that was Gilliam's favorite tactic, showering Grey with praise and pride and apparent devotion, worming his way into all of their ears, manipulating them all with what passed for affection and love.
His eyes cutting away, Curtis muttered, "I'm gonna step out. I'll be right back."
Pushing through the curtains, he stopped in the hall and dragged one hand-- his only hand, over his face and let out a shuddering breath. What the fuck was he gonna say to this kid? About any of it? About Gilliam.
Was it really a truth that needed knowing? Was it the truth at all?
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His eyes cutting away, Curtis muttered, "I'm gonna step out. I'll be right back."
Pushing through the curtains, he stopped in the hall and dragged one hand-- his only hand, over his face and let out a shuddering breath. What the fuck was he gonna say to this kid? About any of it? About Gilliam.
Was it really a truth that needed knowing? Was it the truth at all?