"I was upset. Now I'm not." A pause, as he realizes that it's ridiculous to claim that. He adds sullenly, "Not as much, anyway."
He turns over on the couch, so that he's facing the cushions, hat going askew. He curls up there on his side and stays that way.
"What do you want me to say? There are no creepy drawings on the walls this time. That's the best things are going to get."
It's not like before, where he wanted comfort and was ready pour his brains out on the walls so he could put all the pieces out in the open and get a good enough look to reassemble himself again. Now it just is what it is and there's not much that can be done about it.
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He turns over on the couch, so that he's facing the cushions, hat going askew. He curls up there on his side and stays that way.
"What do you want me to say? There are no creepy drawings on the walls this time. That's the best things are going to get."
It's not like before, where he wanted comfort and was ready pour his brains out on the walls so he could put all the pieces out in the open and get a good enough look to reassemble himself again. Now it just is what it is and there's not much that can be done about it.