His eyes widen at Quentin's words and he groans. "Oh my GOD, dude! You're so right. That's exactly what it is - people I treated like fucking extras in the movie of my life. If that!"
He looks at the mannequins again. "Heidi, I'm sorry," he says softly. "I'm sorry I let it become more about Cartman than you. You deserved better from him AND from me."
The sense of oppressive paranoia and guilt lifts the moment he stops talking.
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His eyes widen at Quentin's words and he groans. "Oh my GOD, dude! You're so right. That's exactly what it is - people I treated like fucking extras in the movie of my life. If that!"
He looks at the mannequins again. "Heidi, I'm sorry," he says softly. "I'm sorry I let it become more about Cartman than you. You deserved better from him AND from me."
The sense of oppressive paranoia and guilt lifts the moment he stops talking.
"It worked. Q, you really are a genius."