[ he'd rather be in the same shitty boat with someone else whose life is falling apart than a boat of any quality with someone trying to insist that their life is not a disaster. there are very few things that bring him comfort. almost nothing, logistically.
damn if it isn't sometimes nice to hear that he's not the only confused and overall horrified person in this situation right now. it's not just him. maybe that should make him more anxious and jittery bc of what it says for their odds of successfully doing anything, but like. he hasn't felt relieved about jack crap in a long, long time, he thinks, maybe. he wants to hold onto that for a while before he hates it. ]
Don't make promises into a bad habit. I know that much.
[ but fine good. he can eat his sandwich. this food that tastes like food, and not basically high-nutrient chalk dust delivered to his cell in pre-sealed packaging to prove it's not tampered with. like a normal human person who just eats regular food all the time. reasonably. he will restrain himself from gunning it like he got into the mess hall with only 5 minutes left to get a meal down. he is calm and definitely not feeling any small spikes of paranoia about poison that he has to combat with "you already slammed the caf anyway idiot if you're poisoned it must be that you're fuckin immune to it".
leave him alone to pretend he's a normal man who stares down his dates like they're an unsolvable riddle. ]
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damn if it isn't sometimes nice to hear that he's not the only confused and overall horrified person in this situation right now. it's not just him. maybe that should make him more anxious and jittery bc of what it says for their odds of successfully doing anything, but like. he hasn't felt relieved about jack crap in a long, long time, he thinks, maybe. he wants to hold onto that for a while before he hates it. ]
Don't make promises into a bad habit. I know that much.
[ but fine good. he can eat his sandwich. this food that tastes like food, and not basically high-nutrient chalk dust delivered to his cell in pre-sealed packaging to prove it's not tampered with. like a normal human person who just eats regular food all the time. reasonably. he will restrain himself from gunning it like he got into the mess hall with only 5 minutes left to get a meal down. he is calm and definitely not feeling any small spikes of paranoia about poison that he has to combat with "you already slammed the caf anyway idiot if you're poisoned it must be that you're fuckin immune to it".
leave him alone to pretend he's a normal man who stares down his dates like they're an unsolvable riddle. ]