He was looking at the floor again. Hated this. Hated hims- everything. Hated everything. That summed things up well enough.

"If I lose that piece of me, I'm just that kid again. That kid's a nobody. Everyone leaves that kid. That's the kid that... hides in corners and... steals food, and..."

He shrugged. He was terrible at just coming out with it. He was being stupid and selfish. She was right. He should just... give up the Turks and stop clinging to all of this so that she could see him for what he was and get disgusted and kick garbage in his face and leave and he could crawl back under the plate and never see the sky and right now he was heading for that drawer and digging for the booze there had to be booze he needed it he wasn't thinking straight anymore.

Long week.