"No, I didn't," he barks, harsher than he wants to, on autopilot, fuck shut up she's trying to help you shut up, "I wasn't even supposed to be able - this is all I can make, you... you can't understand." He lets out a huff of a sigh and stops briefly, putting a hand over his eyes. Shut up. Slow down and fucking account for yourself, and then most of all shut up.
"I'm sorry," he says. "These dreams are bad for me. I... a lot of bad shit keeps - I'm not my at best right now."
Does he even have a best?
"I'm just glad I could help you," he says, a little calmer now, he hopes audibly sincere in spite of his weary resignation. "But if we can get out of this house that'll be for the best."
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"No, I didn't," he barks, harsher than he wants to, on autopilot, fuck shut up she's trying to help you shut up, "I wasn't even supposed to be able - this is all I can make, you... you can't understand." He lets out a huff of a sigh and stops briefly, putting a hand over his eyes. Shut up. Slow down and fucking account for yourself, and then most of all shut up.
"I'm sorry," he says. "These dreams are bad for me. I... a lot of bad shit keeps - I'm not my at best right now."
Does he even have a best?
"I'm just glad I could help you," he says, a little calmer now, he hopes audibly sincere in spite of his weary resignation. "But if we can get out of this house that'll be for the best."
Well. At least that's not wholly ominous.