( But you did snap out of it, like it's that simple, and man... he appreciates the thought more than he can say. Wishes it meant anything to him, wishes it felt like more. He wishes he could find consolation in those words. Wishes they made anything better, but what happened is a permanent spot on his record, another ink stain on his soul, another glaring example of how he ruins anybody he cares about.
He swallows that down, because there's no point to saying any of it. Arguing it won't do either of them any good, and Sam doesn't need to be a receptacle for all his bullshit at once in the greatest possible quantities.
He scrubs a hand over his face, and then nods. )
Yeah. That... yeah. It's been amping up a while now, I guess.
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He swallows that down, because there's no point to saying any of it. Arguing it won't do either of them any good, and Sam doesn't need to be a receptacle for all his bullshit at once in the greatest possible quantities.
He scrubs a hand over his face, and then nods. )
Yeah. That... yeah. It's been amping up a while now, I guess.