Don't know... where to start. [ she shudders, holding on. she should ask before she does this, but from how things went with steph, she understands how the empathic link works.
so cass reaches to rest a hand on the back of dick's neck, keeping her face buried in his shoulder. fuck it, it's a way to get the point across. grief, guilt, shame, fear, despair. confusion, anxiety, relief, love--it's all mingled like a storm, overwhelming. for her, at least, if not for dick. she doesn't know how to sort this out; she feels like she's drowning. ]
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so cass reaches to rest a hand on the back of dick's neck, keeping her face buried in his shoulder. fuck it, it's a way to get the point across. grief, guilt, shame, fear, despair. confusion, anxiety, relief, love--it's all mingled like a storm, overwhelming. for her, at least, if not for dick. she doesn't know how to sort this out; she feels like she's drowning. ]