( It comes out bluntly, because there's no better way to say something like that. There's no real softening it, no gentling it, and Kyle deserves to know the full truth of it. He deserves to know how unstable Jack actually is, he has a right to know, considering something similar almost happened to him just now. Maybe... maybe it was a little wrong of him not to be transparent about that before now, so Kyle could make better choices in both friends and the people he lets himself fall asleep around. )
I disassociated, or- blacked out or something, and I slit his throat open with a box cutter. I didn't remember doing it until someone made me watch the security tapes.
( When he said he could take care of himself, when he said not to worry about it, it wasn't because he's cavalier about danger. It wasn't because he didn't understand a real threat when he saw it.
It's because he can take care of himself — whether he means to or not, apparently.
He lifts his eyes to meet Kyle's properly, directly, to impress how serious he is about this next bit: )
I'm not okay. I'm genuinely, psychologically, medically fucked up. I'm pretty sure in some states I could be legally diagnosed as absolutely fucking insane, so. I don't know. Maybe you might want to reconsider who you're bunking with, because apparently I can just summon box cutters now.
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( It comes out bluntly, because there's no better way to say something like that. There's no real softening it, no gentling it, and Kyle deserves to know the full truth of it. He deserves to know how unstable Jack actually is, he has a right to know, considering something similar almost happened to him just now. Maybe... maybe it was a little wrong of him not to be transparent about that before now, so Kyle could make better choices in both friends and the people he lets himself fall asleep around. )
I disassociated, or- blacked out or something, and I slit his throat open with a box cutter. I didn't remember doing it until someone made me watch the security tapes.
( When he said he could take care of himself, when he said not to worry about it, it wasn't because he's cavalier about danger. It wasn't because he didn't understand a real threat when he saw it.
It's because he can take care of himself — whether he means to or not, apparently.
He lifts his eyes to meet Kyle's properly, directly, to impress how serious he is about this next bit: )
I'm not okay. I'm genuinely, psychologically, medically fucked up. I'm pretty sure in some states I could be legally diagnosed as absolutely fucking insane, so. I don't know. Maybe you might want to reconsider who you're bunking with, because apparently I can just summon box cutters now.