He looks over at her and shakes his head, just a little.
"You're not an asshole. It's... terrifying, when your body starts doing things you don't understand and didn't ask for." His smile widens just a little, goes uneven at the corners. "I remember pretty well."
He picks up his breakfast again, making a small eggy sandwich with two of the bread pieces.
"You don't have to like it. But we do have to deal with it." We, because they're together on this. "We'll get through it." Bite. Chew. Swallow. He has his manners. "And that's not optimism. That's realism."
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"You're not an asshole. It's... terrifying, when your body starts doing things you don't understand and didn't ask for." His smile widens just a little, goes uneven at the corners. "I remember pretty well."
He picks up his breakfast again, making a small eggy sandwich with two of the bread pieces.
"You don't have to like it. But we do have to deal with it." We, because they're together on this. "We'll get through it." Bite. Chew. Swallow. He has his manners. "And that's not optimism. That's realism."