Richie's got one more befuddled blink in him before he's snatching her by the shoulders, half crouched to meet her eyes. His own pale blues are blown wide in his pale face, lit with mania.
His voice has gone low with urgency.]
...Do it again.
[He needs to hear it. See it. The closer he gets to her face the more sure he can be that it's true.]
you can't prove that
Richie's got one more befuddled blink in him before he's snatching her by the shoulders, half crouched to meet her eyes. His own pale blues are blown wide in his pale face, lit with mania.
His voice has gone low with urgency.]
...Do it again.
[He needs to hear it. See it. The closer he gets to her face the more sure he can be that it's true.]