... And they're back to this. Sympathy washes away in a wave of something frostily distant, and even though this time Cesar wonders if it might not be deliberate, it still doesn't stop it from being successful: they've had a conversation like this before. Cesar knows exactly where it might go. The wound hurts. Knowing it was there in the first place doesn't make picking at it any less painful.

{Maybe.}

They were doing so well, too. Is it worth it...? Blunt fingernails strike the tablet screen a little more when he types, this time, and his mouth is pressed in a flat line.

What's your favorite movie?