[His voice is . . . echoey, not quite there. He looks down at the key again.]
I don't think it's fair that you know-- [He swallows, hard, trying to keep tears out of his voice, only moderately succeeding.] That you know that something like this - a key, a picture, some words - can make me feel like you give a fuck even when I know and you know I'm never leaving here. It's like trying to fix it without actually fixing anything.
I really hate you, you know?
[His fingers close tight around the key 'til his knuckles go white.]
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[His voice is . . . echoey, not quite there. He looks down at the key again.]
I don't think it's fair that you know-- [He swallows, hard, trying to keep tears out of his voice, only moderately succeeding.] That you know that something like this - a key, a picture, some words - can make me feel like you give a fuck even when I know and you know I'm never leaving here. It's like trying to fix it without actually fixing anything.
I really hate you, you know?
[His fingers close tight around the key 'til his knuckles go white.]