[He's rubbing his forehead a bit, but mostly just - trying to reorient himself. It was a long span of time in that memory, and it's disconcerting to come back to this one moment again. Back to himself.]
It's-- not your fault or anything. No apologies. Fuck I hate this week.
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It's-- not your fault or anything. No apologies. Fuck I hate this week.
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[maybe like. some of the kids have less trauma to leak everywhere except this is a murdergame and of course they have it.
she's just taking a seat on one of the couches, sinking into it.]