[This could go two ways, this hesitation. Will thinks so. It's either him being sick and awful to her or her death. What else would cause her to stall so much? She hadn't seemed afraid of him, but he hadn't been shaking and sweating and surrounded by antlers that had already been used to impale a girl.
He has to know. They can't do this otherwise. He has to know who killed her, what she remembers, and he has to know, selfishly, that he's right.
And as far as Will's concerned? No one will know about her father. If she tells, that's her decision. He's certainly never going to bring it up.]
Both of us, that's right. I'll tell you mine. [If she doesn't know, he doesn't want to tell her about her death. He'll lie. She's used to them. He's used to them. What's another one?] Ladies first.
[It's such a shitty thing to fall back on, but it's better than him saying something about how he's the adult, he asked first, she has to answer him.]
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He has to know. They can't do this otherwise. He has to know who killed her, what she remembers, and he has to know, selfishly, that he's right.
And as far as Will's concerned? No one will know about her father. If she tells, that's her decision. He's certainly never going to bring it up.]
Both of us, that's right. I'll tell you mine. [If she doesn't know, he doesn't want to tell her about her death. He'll lie. She's used to them. He's used to them. What's another one?] Ladies first.
[It's such a shitty thing to fall back on, but it's better than him saying something about how he's the adult, he asked first, she has to answer him.]