You don't need to. [ Know. Or be good at this. Or be his best, or his worst, or any particular shade in between, for Stephen to be safe in the knowledge that new revelations about Jim Hopper won't stand much of a chance against the knot that's been tied between them. Tugging at these things only serves to tighten them. ] I don't either.
We can forget about it if you want to.
[ They can't. God knows Stephen won't, memories of Jim from those weeks seared into mind as still-beautiful patches of a moldy canvas. But they can never talk about it again, he means. If Jim's struggling with positive associations, they can put it away somewhere, hold onto it quietly and privately, where they aren't beholden to feel uncomfortable about what's already passed. ]
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We can forget about it if you want to.
[ They can't. God knows Stephen won't, memories of Jim from those weeks seared into mind as still-beautiful patches of a moldy canvas. But they can never talk about it again, he means. If Jim's struggling with positive associations, they can put it away somewhere, hold onto it quietly and privately, where they aren't beholden to feel uncomfortable about what's already passed. ]