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[lighthousekeeping]

"hi, this is joyce byers. i'm not here right now, but leave a message after the beep and i'll get right back to you."

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[lighthousekeeping]

What?

[Okay. Unpack Bob dying later, because that—that is not something Joyce wants to deal with, right now. If it's true, it's in the future, and she can change the future. Right now, though, her son is crying, and Joyce just squeezes his hand and shakes her head.]

Will, it wasn't your fault your father left, and Bob isn't dead yet, and I'm right here, okay? [She pulls his hand up so he can press it against her wrist.] See? Feel that. I'm right here, sweetie, I'm alive. That thing that possessed you couldn't keep me down.

None of that is on you, okay? None of it.

[deadboywalking]

[Will's breath is coming in quick, hitching gulps, and it takes him a moment to even recognize what she's doing. But then he feels the even, rhythmic beat of her pulse under his fingers, and he curls his hand around it, like it's going to fly away from him.

Then he looks up at her, eyes wide and damp.] It -- wasn't? [It sounds like the first time he's ever heard it, ever let himself think it. Maybe it is. Who knows how long he's carried those deep dark hateful thoughts.]