On his back he sinks into his now tightly controlled ball pit until little more than his face remains clear of their psionic popcorn pool.
"I know you're just like, trying show me the silver lining here. Or maybe, I dunno, give me a reason to think I should be grateful. But I'm not. And maybe that makes me an entitled asshole. Fine. So be it. Because like, I can't swallow being grateful for being willfully ignored. For being taken like I don't know what's good for me. You know? Like if I went to a doctor and said, my leg is broken, I need a cast. And they were like, here's some Advil walk it off. Should I be grateful for the Advil? Fuck no. I know what I'm asking for. I know what I need. But no one over the age of like 40 ever fucking listens when you tell them that. Because they don't want to give you what you need. They just wanna give you what they think you need."
He lets out a deep huff of breath because he could keep on rambling but he'll only work himself up again and Kyle struggling through all these balls is kind of funny even if he sort of wants to scream. Instead he chuckles quietly.
"I know you're not," he says reaching out for Kyle's hand and dragging him closer. "Not intentionally anyway. It just seemed a good idea. To get something we could control. Maybe autonomously. To stay in touch. 'Cause like. The more ways to reach you the better."
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"I know you're just like, trying show me the silver lining here. Or maybe, I dunno, give me a reason to think I should be grateful. But I'm not. And maybe that makes me an entitled asshole. Fine. So be it. Because like, I can't swallow being grateful for being willfully ignored. For being taken like I don't know what's good for me. You know? Like if I went to a doctor and said, my leg is broken, I need a cast. And they were like, here's some Advil walk it off. Should I be grateful for the Advil? Fuck no. I know what I'm asking for. I know what I need. But no one over the age of like 40 ever fucking listens when you tell them that. Because they don't want to give you what you need. They just wanna give you what they think you need."
He lets out a deep huff of breath because he could keep on rambling but he'll only work himself up again and Kyle struggling through all these balls is kind of funny even if he sort of wants to scream. Instead he chuckles quietly.
"I know you're not," he says reaching out for Kyle's hand and dragging him closer. "Not intentionally anyway. It just seemed a good idea. To get something we could control. Maybe autonomously. To stay in touch. 'Cause like. The more ways to reach you the better."