[no, you aren't. that's what he wants to say. his lips twist into something that's halfway between a grimace and a wince as he tries to reply to that, but all that comes out is a repeat performance of:]
That's not fair. [much slower this time, like he's talking to a severely stupid child who needs the words sounded out for her. the grimace folds into a disbelieving little smile as he turns away, running a hand through his hair. he can feel his nails scraping against his scalp and it just makes his lips quiver even more.]
So. So what? What's that mean? You don't need me anymore, is that it?
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That's not fair. [much slower this time, like he's talking to a severely stupid child who needs the words sounded out for her. the grimace folds into a disbelieving little smile as he turns away, running a hand through his hair. he can feel his nails scraping against his scalp and it just makes his lips quiver even more.]
So. So what? What's that mean? You don't need me anymore, is that it?