"Maya," Phoenix said, folding his hands in his lap and looking at his partner through the familiar glass of the Detention Center visiting room, "we've talked about this."
"I know," she sighed in response, "but you know how it is, Nick! If I see a dead body I can't help but be near it when police arrive. And... and you can't blame me if murdered people keep writing my name in their own blood!" She looked to the side and sniffled, "Maybe thinking about such a kind, non-murderous person gives them comfort in their final moments... I... I don't ask them to do it."
"I know, Maya, hey... chin up, don't cry." He gave her a smile as she did her best to comply. "We got you out of messes like this the first seven times, and I don't look to fail you on the eighth."
"Thanks, Nick," she said, clapping her hands and genuinely smiling. "Where would I be without you?"
(Death Row, most likely...) he thought to himself.
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"I know," she sighed in response, "but you know how it is, Nick! If I see a dead body I can't help but be near it when police arrive. And... and you can't blame me if murdered people keep writing my name in their own blood!" She looked to the side and sniffled, "Maybe thinking about such a kind, non-murderous person gives them comfort in their final moments... I... I don't ask them to do it."
"I know, Maya, hey... chin up, don't cry." He gave her a smile as she did her best to comply. "We got you out of messes like this the first seven times, and I don't look to fail you on the eighth."
"Thanks, Nick," she said, clapping her hands and genuinely smiling. "Where would I be without you?"
(Death Row, most likely...) he thought to himself.
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