Phil sighs and turns to lean sideways against the wall. He looks all a bit like a dying bird in the sun. Or maybe he just feels that way.
Especially as she says that, he is made all too shamefully aware of how much he is being, how much space in the lives and burdens of others he’s taking and how heavy it is, how much of a drag he’s become. And they keep inviting him in anyway. What mercy.
“You don’t have to do everything. It’s only been… what, a month? I just needed… something. Anything.”
He must tell someone else. If not Fever, then someone. Cassandra shouldn’t—can’t bear him alone.
“It’ll probably be something I live with for a good decade at l-least.” He makes a show of checking his watch. “These things’re… they’re measured that way. It takes that long. But I—hah—have to make it there, first.”
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Especially as she says that, he is made all too shamefully aware of how much he is being, how much space in the lives and burdens of others he’s taking and how heavy it is, how much of a drag he’s become. And they keep inviting him in anyway. What mercy.
“You don’t have to do everything. It’s only been… what, a month? I just needed… something. Anything.”
He must tell someone else. If not Fever, then someone. Cassandra shouldn’t—can’t bear him alone.
“It’ll probably be something I live with for a good decade at l-least.” He makes a show of checking his watch. “These things’re… they’re measured that way. It takes that long. But I—hah—have to make it there, first.”