Shit, man. [He's cradling his head, obviously trying to hold back a tsunami of emotion.] Shit. I never told her - anything. We pissed around, yeah, but I bet she never really knew.
[ As a gesture of support, his grip on John's shoulder tightens slightly. Bobby doesn't know what to say (knows that there's nothing he can really say), so he keeps silent and listens to him speak. ]
[He'd completely deny this conversation the next day, if he were questioned about it, but right now he's being hit with a serious case of in vino veritas.]
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She wouldn't want that.
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[He says all of that while laughing, but the mirth doesn't reach his eyes.]
- god, she was sick from that for ages. Not hungover, really si - you remember, right? When she went running after the fucking Doctor with that fever?
[Only a drunk person can sound so amused and so close to crying at once. Help him, Bobby.]
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Yeah.
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[He looks so vulnerable, almost like the child he stopped being so abruptly at twelve years old. Then his lips quirk a little.]
Guess if anyone could do it, she could.
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I bet she could.
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But how do you tell someone you'd love them if they weren't what they are? That's -
[That's what his parents would've said to him. Just for a second, in his drunken misery, he's actually realizing what a hypocrite he's been.]
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Hey...
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[He'd completely deny this conversation the next day, if he were questioned about it, but right now he's being hit with a serious case of in vino veritas.]