dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Months had passed since she told him to stay away. And in those months, a lot had changed. Phoebe included. "You don't deserve it." she said simply, an air of finality in her voice. He didn't deserve it. He had hurt enough. He had lost the woman he loved twice now. And here he was, making it worse with a hangover. Why? Because he had done awful things? Somehow it was his fault? He would be hard pressed to convince Phoebe that he deserved his suffering. Her head tilted slightly at him as he spoke, as if trying to convince her of his own awfulness. "I don't underestimate you. I know you're no saint." she said softly, letting her hand drop. "But I know I'm not 'people' to you either." she said. He didn't love her. He didn't want her. But she was more to him than a random person. "Otherwise, you wouldn't try to warn me so much about things I already know and have chosen to accept."