[ ...What's wrong...oh, there is so much that's wrong that's not his arm, and he's just. Quiet for a second.
He turns his head so his gaze is on the ceiling. His head is pounding but it can't be any worse than his heart. His good arm moves upwards, and he covers his eyes with it, as if he's feeling especially meek about something. ]
...I'm really sorry.
[ This is not something he does very often. He doesn't apologize. He pretends like everything is fine, like nothing's wrong in hopes that things will be dropped and magically fix themselves. Something about getting stabbed, though, puts things into perspective, apparently.... ]
I've been causing both of you guys a ton of problems, because I can't keep myself in check.
[ Yeah.
Both of them. ]
I'm not good at this stuff. I don't really do the whole being honest thing, you know? But – I ended up doing it anyway, and it was probably a bad idea [ No, it certainly wasn't. ].
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He turns his head so his gaze is on the ceiling. His head is pounding but it can't be any worse than his heart. His good arm moves upwards, and he covers his eyes with it, as if he's feeling especially meek about something. ]
...I'm really sorry.
[ This is not something he does very often. He doesn't apologize. He pretends like everything is fine, like nothing's wrong in hopes that things will be dropped and magically fix themselves. Something about getting stabbed, though, puts things into perspective, apparently.... ]
I've been causing both of you guys a ton of problems, because I can't keep myself in check.
[ Yeah.
Both of them. ]
I'm not good at this stuff. I don't really do the whole being honest thing, you know? But – I ended up doing it anyway, and it was probably a bad idea [ No, it certainly wasn't. ].