[Time... he feels like all he has is time, these days. Time to sit, and think, and brood, and fret, and waste away. Time to lose himself in whatever mess his mind's become, time to hurt Teddy again and again without even meaning to.
Time to... be anyone but himself, really.]
...How long... is too long, do you think?
[How long until he decides that I'm not coming back?]
[17th]
Time to... be anyone but himself, really.]
...How long... is too long, do you think?
[How long until he decides that I'm not coming back?]