I don't know. [ It's not loud, but the words are more anguished than Jim means them to be. It's a reflection of where his mind's been the past few days, turning it over until he's exhausted himself because there was nothing else he could do. He misses the days when it was as easy as going out to get into trouble when he didn't want to think anymore.
That impulse is what got him into this mess.
He runs a hand through his hair, then down his face, and looks up at Zell like he might have the answers. ] I thought it was something I could just... ignore. Or move past, with you. But.
[ He doesn't finish the thought. ] There was even a name for it.
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Date: 2016-12-01 05:59 am (UTC)That impulse is what got him into this mess.
He runs a hand through his hair, then down his face, and looks up at Zell like he might have the answers. ] I thought it was something I could just... ignore. Or move past, with you. But.
[ He doesn't finish the thought. ] There was even a name for it.