[He laughs, again, a short sharp bark, and he hunches over himself, he grips at his hair with both hands, sets his teeth together. And it doesn't help. Nothing helps. He could tear the fucking locker bank apart and it wouldn't help.
In the silence, he breathes out, raggedly.]
I need to--
[He can't finish that one, either. He stops himself, and swallows, hard--but when he speaks, his voice is smaller than before.]
I don't know what to do. Without him. I don't know... what to do.
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In the silence, he breathes out, raggedly.]
I need to--
[He can't finish that one, either. He stops himself, and swallows, hard--but when he speaks, his voice is smaller than before.]
I don't know what to do. Without him. I don't know... what to do.