At both of our expenses, maybe.

[ He says, too gentle, a little rough around the edges. Flynn tries with everything he has to keep the shake of fear from his voice, but sitting now on this couch with Cecelia whole and unbound at his side and the light of day streaming in, it's hard. He turns into her hair with the strange sense of something unraveling. ]

To be honest, I feel weak myself. Weak. Lost, maybe. I— it's alright for the both of us.