He can't exactly say that, though. Instead, he fidgets with his own fork, carving furrows into the dubiously edible slop on his tray. Think. C'mon, genius, think.
"Like, I guess, I..." Need to remember other people have their own motives, relative to their own everything. They're not characters reading out their lines by rote, not NPCs, not suspects, not obstacles.
"Shit." He kneads at his head. "Maybe..." His voice dips quieter, and his shoulders hike up to his ears. "Get to know people better, I guess. Or, like, at least...think what they might do before I do something."
God, this conversation's humiliating. He sounds like a kid in an after-school special. Empathy and you!
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He's got no idea.
He can't exactly say that, though. Instead, he fidgets with his own fork, carving furrows into the dubiously edible slop on his tray. Think. C'mon, genius, think.
"Like, I guess, I..." Need to remember other people have their own motives, relative to their own everything. They're not characters reading out their lines by rote, not NPCs, not suspects, not obstacles.
"Shit." He kneads at his head. "Maybe..." His voice dips quieter, and his shoulders hike up to his ears. "Get to know people better, I guess. Or, like, at least...think what they might do before I do something."
God, this conversation's humiliating. He sounds like a kid in an after-school special. Empathy and you!