
Sept. 9, 2013, 8:20 a.m.
Sept. 9, 2013, 8:20 a.m.
"Oh, Blaine. Blaine, you're so... You're so small. I don't know... What was I expecting. My boy... my little-... I'm sorry. I am so sorry. For everything. I wasn't here for you and... I will never, ever forgive myself for not making it up to you. So why don't you wake up, eh? Let me make things right. I want to, Blaine. I want to so much. Just let me? Let me have a chance?
"Open your eyes. Move your hand. Hey, or... Okay, I'm holding your hand. Um, you can even push me away. If you... If you want to. Blaine, anything. Let us know you're still in there, okay? Come o-"
"I have your macchiato."
"Oh. Thank you."
"... What were you doing?"
"Talking. I... I thought it might help. A bit."
"You were holding his hand."
"I... I was."
"...okay."
"What if... What if he doesn't..."
"Don't even say it. Please. Just don't."
"Okay. I won't."
"Good."
"...Kate?"
"What?"
"Can I... Can I hold you?"
"I... Yes."