He flushed and folded his arms, then had to unfold them, gritting his teeth.
"I had to know, alright. I had to understand. To see if it was real. But you and Anthony want to put me in bubble wrap like I'm bloody china. Maybe I should just go back to Edinburgh so mum can put me in a care home. That way no one will have to pretend to worry about me." He regretted the words as soon as he said them, if only because he knew they weren't pretending but now it would be this whole thing of aching sincerity.
Shit.
"The hell of it is I still don't fucking believe it." It was frustrating. There was something wrong with him. Broken somehow. Maybe he was the freak here. The oddball. The one who didn't belong.
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"I had to know, alright. I had to understand. To see if it was real. But you and Anthony want to put me in bubble wrap like I'm bloody china. Maybe I should just go back to Edinburgh so mum can put me in a care home. That way no one will have to pretend to worry about me." He regretted the words as soon as he said them, if only because he knew they weren't pretending but now it would be this whole thing of aching sincerity.
Shit.
"The hell of it is I still don't fucking believe it." It was frustrating. There was something wrong with him. Broken somehow. Maybe he was the freak here. The oddball. The one who didn't belong.