[He laughs. It's low sound, dry, humorless. Maybe she can hear it, maybe he can't.
Because, yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Might as well pull up a couch and go over everything since age nine while he's at it. Why does he need to explain? He doesn't do things for the hell of it. There's a reason. Always a reason. But do people have to know why? It's his problem. It shouldn't be on the shoulders of anyone else but his. Can't they just say okay and do it? Because once he says something, then that problem also becomes someone else's to worry about, and that's one person too many.]
Because. [He looks briefly down at his hands, and goes silent for awhile as his gaze migrates over to the far wall. It's probably going to one of the last things he sees if he's right.
She wants an answer then? Fine.
When he speaks again, his voice has a wry, quiet edge to it.] ...I think I'm going crazy. Funny, huh?
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Because, yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Might as well pull up a couch and go over everything since age nine while he's at it. Why does he need to explain? He doesn't do things for the hell of it. There's a reason. Always a reason. But do people have to know why? It's his problem. It shouldn't be on the shoulders of anyone else but his. Can't they just say okay and do it? Because once he says something, then that problem also becomes someone else's to worry about, and that's one person too many.]
Because. [He looks briefly down at his hands, and goes silent for awhile as his gaze migrates over to the far wall. It's probably going to one of the last things he sees if he's right.
She wants an answer then? Fine.
When he speaks again, his voice has a wry, quiet edge to it.] ...I think I'm going crazy. Funny, huh?
[About time, isn't it?]