“Do you think we could—would you ever—would you try again, with me?” They knew it was a mistake as soon as they opened their mouth, but the words wouldn’t stop coming, slipping out of them like entrails through a wound. “I’ve done a lot of work, I know last time it was bad, I fucked up, I hurt you a lot, but I keep thinking of you, John.” Their voice broke. “I’m always thinking of you.”
