[It raises his eyebrows some, but he lets it lie. If she doesn't mind the fact that his hair is...as much a mess as the rest of him. Smelling of sea salt and cigarettes, matted in the way that it gets when he forgets to shower and shave most days.]
[I want you to be happy, as though that's even remotely fucking tenable. As though he's not wrung empty, wrung dry, a hollow goddamn half-shell of a human being walking around and acting like he can be vaguely functional like he's got any right to claim that he knows the people that he does these people who are kind and polite and give him the time of day when he so clearly painfully utterly obviously doesn't deserve it ]
[He breathes out.]
[Hates it hates himself for what he says the way he does the way he can't - ]
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[I want you to be happy, as though that's even remotely fucking tenable. As though he's not wrung empty, wrung dry, a hollow goddamn half-shell of a human being walking around and acting like he can be vaguely functional like he's got any right to claim that he knows the people that he does these people who are kind and polite and give him the time of day when he so clearly painfully utterly obviously doesn't deserve it ]
[He breathes out.]
[Hates it hates himself for what he says the way he does the way he can't - ]
What if there are some things you can't fix?