Nix nodded at the picture he was shown, and took time dipping a potato chip into the marshmallow fluff, layering it up high before slowly licking it off.
He wished Leo's admittance meant something to him. That it made him hurt in some way. Instead it just made him feel numb, or even more determined to die in the next second.
Maybe if Mr. Rogers told him that his crippling depression hurt him, he'd feel something.
"Sorry it hurts you," he blandly informed Leo, licking the chip dry and putting it in him mouth. "But that is all I have. No control in my life, I will control my death."
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Date: 2017-07-01 12:09 am (UTC)He wished Leo's admittance meant something to him. That it made him hurt in some way. Instead it just made him feel numb, or even more determined to die in the next second.
Maybe if Mr. Rogers told him that his crippling depression hurt him, he'd feel something.
"Sorry it hurts you," he blandly informed Leo, licking the chip dry and putting it in him mouth. "But that is all I have. No control in my life, I will control my death."