[Okay, yeah, he has a point there. Still, it's surprising.]
Sorry... you're right. I just... I've spent all month dreading this. Thinking... that everyone hates me, or that they would when I told them. So every time that doesn't happen...
[He gestures vaguely, as if that alone can somehow encompass the day he's had, the people he's met, the conversations he's had. The number of friends who have accepted him beyond his mistake, who supported him through his madness, who don't want him hurt, or ill, or... or dead.
Every time, every day is a miracle to him. It's difficult to fathom that kind of mercy when he knows he'll never forgive himself.]
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Sorry... you're right. I just... I've spent all month dreading this. Thinking... that everyone hates me, or that they would when I told them. So every time that doesn't happen...
[He gestures vaguely, as if that alone can somehow encompass the day he's had, the people he's met, the conversations he's had. The number of friends who have accepted him beyond his mistake, who supported him through his madness, who don't want him hurt, or ill, or... or dead.
Every time, every day is a miracle to him. It's difficult to fathom that kind of mercy when he knows he'll never forgive himself.]