[ Steve had found the cake too morbid to eat, but he had taken part in eating the other sweets, and he finds himself craving. The whole day's felt like a blur, and as Matt starts taking pieces of himself to hand to Steve, he shakes his head and then tries to close Matt's hand over the proffered piece of cake, as if maybe placing it back against his body will heal him. ]
I can't. I can't--
[ The sick desire courses through him, but even in this dream state he can't indulge. He refuses. The scent of sweet buttercream fills the air, of a sour cherry blood that reminds him tantalizingly of summer. But still, he tries to piece Matt back together. ]
You're going to be fine, Matt. Keep talking to me.
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I can't. I can't--
[ The sick desire courses through him, but even in this dream state he can't indulge. He refuses. The scent of sweet buttercream fills the air, of a sour cherry blood that reminds him tantalizingly of summer. But still, he tries to piece Matt back together. ]
You're going to be fine, Matt. Keep talking to me.