[ He nods, not looking up. His deepest cuts can’t be bandaged and his worst breaks can’t be reset. They’re mental, and they slow every part of his recovery, feeding his doubts and setting him back even further. They’re strange wounds, difficult to explain, and he doubts anyone will ever be able to help to heal them. ]
You don’t have to tiptoe around what you’re trying to say.
[ He walked on broken glass for too long back home. Everything was a trick or a game, trying to get him to misspeak or to do something wrong. He was lucky he grew as wise to it as he did. He doesn’t want cruel words, but he doesn’t want someone trying to mask their true meaning. ]
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You don’t have to tiptoe around what you’re trying to say.
[ He walked on broken glass for too long back home. Everything was a trick or a game, trying to get him to misspeak or to do something wrong. He was lucky he grew as wise to it as he did. He doesn’t want cruel words, but he doesn’t want someone trying to mask their true meaning. ]
I’ve been through worse than blunt assumptions.