"I don't have a problem with them," he said, keeping his voice slow, even. "But there are things in my head I don't feel right inflicting on anyone."
And he wasn't sure, in all honesty, how safe it was because of the conduit within him to Dream. Daniel. Even someone experienced...
If there was something he knew, it was that his pale companion was beyond human comprehension. And he wouldn't chance anyone, especially not someone willing to try and help, given what could happen.
And then there was the Velvet Cage and the web of lies he'd woven about his time there that he never, ever intended to share with anyone. Wes didn't deserve that. Wes could never know, and the only way to guarantee that was to keep it firmly inside his own head. The man might be dead, but if he knew anything about the world, he knew that meant Absolutely Nothing when it came down to it.
"It's bad enough I have to live with it."
And he refused to let go of it. It was still years, decades of his life. It was still Wes's visits, the shift of sunlight through an empty room, thoughts he'd had and beliefs he'd considered. It was why he was biologically 25 but he didn't feel that way and he wasn't sure he was comfortable with being someone else. Someone genuinely younger.
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And he wasn't sure, in all honesty, how safe it was because of the conduit within him to Dream. Daniel. Even someone experienced...
If there was something he knew, it was that his pale companion was beyond human comprehension. And he wouldn't chance anyone, especially not someone willing to try and help, given what could happen.
And then there was the Velvet Cage and the web of lies he'd woven about his time there that he never, ever intended to share with anyone. Wes didn't deserve that. Wes could never know, and the only way to guarantee that was to keep it firmly inside his own head. The man might be dead, but if he knew anything about the world, he knew that meant Absolutely Nothing when it came down to it.
"It's bad enough I have to live with it."
And he refused to let go of it. It was still years, decades of his life. It was still Wes's visits, the shift of sunlight through an empty room, thoughts he'd had and beliefs he'd considered. It was why he was biologically 25 but he didn't feel that way and he wasn't sure he was comfortable with being someone else. Someone genuinely younger.