“Good morning,” Reilly managed to say, his voice all sated, sex-drunk and raspy.
Sebastian chuckled. “Yes, it is a good morning isn’t it? - I'll say! 🤣
“What if this is all my fault?” Reilly whispered, dread clearly evident. It had been a thought that had gotten stuck in his head on repeat, that somehow, he was responsible for his father’s and brothers’ actions. He didn’t know how, but he knew deep down that it was his first shift and subsequent beating that set these wheels spinning into motion. - That's not good. I get this way sometimes, and it isn't until after I stop and think rationally about things from a distance that I realize it was ridiculous to feel that way. Wonder how long it will take Reilly to sort that out for himself.
I think that when Nichols and his sons were torturing Reilly, they may have inadvertently found a way to halt the shifting process. I have a feeling that it has something to do with hormones and how they relate in some way to painful stimuli. - Yeah, that makes sense. Still doesn't make it Reilly's fault, but it checks out.
Jack Porter had no idea how much it meant to him to hear him call Reilly ‘son’, and to know that he would be seeing his sister shortly. - These aren't tears brimming in my eyes. It's allergens.😢