[He is very much not about being alone. He'd tried it for a while, just sitting in that room by himself, but it was much, much worse to be alone with his thoughts. So he's sitting here, to have some other thoughts.
He's idly trying to spin that fidget spinner, but it seems a little . . . broken now.]
Ah-- It's funny, everyone asks that. I don't really know how to answer it. Badly. I'm doing bad.
I don't think anyone would expect any different. This entire thing was... awful. [ she tugs, idly, at her gloves ] I didn't think it made sense for it to be her. From what you told me.
[ saving a friend by beating a teenager to death seems a little
Everything was pointing at her. It made sense to think maybe someone or something had messed with her head. Especially with everything weird that happened that night, and the skull... and... ugh.
[ she's preaching to the choir and is not much helping, so she just. shakes her head ]
Someone knew what they were doing. Knew what she was like, enough so that we would all just assume-- Fuck. I assumed too. I fucking hate myself it. For a moment, I thought. I don't know. I don't know what I thought.
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He's idly trying to spin that fidget spinner, but it seems a little . . . broken now.]
Ah-- It's funny, everyone asks that. I don't really know how to answer it. Badly. I'm doing bad.
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I don't think anyone would expect any different. This entire thing was... awful. [ she tugs, idly, at her gloves ] I didn't think it made sense for it to be her. From what you told me.
[ saving a friend by beating a teenager to death seems a little
why ]
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[Though it seems no one was really . . . paying much attention.]
. . . I didn't know what was going on, but some part of me thought-- I don't know what I thought. She had been manipulated or controlled or. Fuck.
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[ she's preaching to the choir and is not much helping, so she just. shakes her head ]
I don't get any of this.
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[He doesn't mind a little preaching, it's fine.]
Someone knew what they were doing. Knew what she was like, enough so that we would all just assume-- Fuck. I assumed too. I fucking hate myself it. For a moment, I thought. I don't know. I don't know what I thought.
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[ she rests her hand on his arm lightly for comfort? again, big emotions are hard! it is quite terrible, actually. ]