the presence

Because I have a spare room … it doesn’t matter. 

A spare room that you'll need here soon enough, no?

I'm -- Don't worry about me, Laynie.  I'm going to be fine.

— do you have a place to stay?

 I do.   Why?

"—I must have something stuck in my ear, because there’s no way I just heard you describe using me to try to kill your son as a rocky past.”

"Trust me, Carol.  He's hurting more now that I ever thought possible.  I'm not in the business of hurting my family anymore than I already have.  I'm not asking for your forgiveness. I'm asking you to let me help your son."

"I don’t want your help. I’ve got the situation under control."

"Do you?   Carol, I know things have been rocky between us in the past, but -- I'm honestly here to help my grandson.  Once he's okay, I'll leave. I promise you that."

"I’m waiting for the pitfall … you don’t do selfless things."

"There isn't one.  Not this time."

"Bullshit." Carol’s hands curled into fists at her sides, itching to break a few bones. "Threatening me when my kids were sleeping upstairs is not help.”

"Think what you want about me.  I'm here to help Andrei."

"I don’t believe that for a second."

"I swear on your mother's grave.  All you have to do is ask.  But remember, if you do ask it of me, There's no turning back."

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"Don’t." She warned quietly, turning away from him, "My thoughts are my own … they’re private."

"You want me to go?  Say the word and you'll never hear from me again."

" … we have nothing to talk about."

"Laynia." He murmurs briefly. "There's no need to push me away like this. I've heard your thoughts."

"Perhaps I wasn’t clear the first time: stay the hell away from my family."

"I'm here to help." He sighs lowly, hands up in defense. "I'm not here to cause grief or anything like that.  I promise."