He lets go of the blanket and, without turning his hand, threads his fingers through hers. He holds on to her instead of the bed, burying his face in his other hand. His back shudders.]
...Then promise... that I won't have to see you die. I need to hear that, Lortel. I'm not... I can't. You have to survive.
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A tear or two escapes now.
He lets go of the blanket and, without turning his hand, threads his fingers through hers. He holds on to her instead of the bed, burying his face in his other hand. His back shudders.]
...Then promise... that I won't have to see you die. I need to hear that, Lortel. I'm not... I can't. You have to survive.