Just a conversation between two bleeding-out guardians.
Enjoy your feels.
TT: Rox.
TG: yyea dikr? *dirk
TT: Did I make a mistake? Telling him he's my brother?
TG: ya did godd, dirky. yuo'r a good guardain.
TG: wich i cloud say hte saem.
TT: You know Rose loves you. It's the alcohol she has a problem with.
TG: i knoe…
TG: dik, im not goona get 'nothr chanxe to say htis.
TT: It's okay. I know.
TT: Neither am I.
TG: dirk?
TT: Yeah, Roxy?
TG: i loev you.
TT: I know.
TT: Rox?
TG: yea driky?
TT: I'm sorry.
TG: i…
TG: i know.
TG: i'm srory two.