Right. [ It was a fair point, of course, and killing people put that weight on both of them and he had killed... a lot of people. It made Steven wonder if this wasn't the first time, people don't just do that, do they? He's not sure, but he knows he's not going to ask or suggest that to Marc because that's the last topic they need to be getting into. Instead he just runs a hand through his hair, tugging it slightly, feeling a little stretch and sting. It's partially gelled down which is just not his thing. Grumbling about the fact that he can't even enjoy his own hair he slaps his hand back onto the steering wheel. ]
What were you going to do about it Marc? [ It sounds a little harsh and he bites his tongue, trying to find a better way to express what he wants to say. ] It's not like you can force him to the surface, or that knowing he's there is going to change anything if he's content to hide. It isn't your fault any more than it's mine.
There's nothing to be done about it. [ He waved a hand like he was dismissing any arguments that might follow, huffing. ] Even if we knew he was there, we could've yelled at him daily in the mirror and accomplished the same amount. He's creeping about, it's his fault.
[Steven isn't wrong with his assessment of the situation though Marc isn't sure if the reminder is making him feel better. Then again, he doesn't think much of anything could make him feel better right now other than waking up from a terrible nightmare. Perhaps it was naïve of him to assume that his mind had only cracked into two pieces because of course he'd be more broken than that. Why not?
Those thoughts could easily spiral and he's quiet for a while after Steven's done speaking, though at least he isn't hiding away. He's still lingering in the mirror, his gaze shifted, though he's silent until letting out one long, tired exhale.]
There has to be a way... to pull him out and talk. I don't want- I can't- We can't live like this. [Trying to be rational is hurting his brain but it's probably for the best. Better than getting emotional and freaking the fuck out.] You and I started making things work. I don't want to ruin that. This is... our life. Ours. Fuck.
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What were you going to do about it Marc? [ It sounds a little harsh and he bites his tongue, trying to find a better way to express what he wants to say. ] It's not like you can force him to the surface, or that knowing he's there is going to change anything if he's content to hide. It isn't your fault any more than it's mine.
There's nothing to be done about it. [ He waved a hand like he was dismissing any arguments that might follow, huffing. ] Even if we knew he was there, we could've yelled at him daily in the mirror and accomplished the same amount. He's creeping about, it's his fault.
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Those thoughts could easily spiral and he's quiet for a while after Steven's done speaking, though at least he isn't hiding away. He's still lingering in the mirror, his gaze shifted, though he's silent until letting out one long, tired exhale.]
There has to be a way... to pull him out and talk. I don't want- I can't- We can't live like this. [Trying to be rational is hurting his brain but it's probably for the best. Better than getting emotional and freaking the fuck out.] You and I started making things work. I don't want to ruin that. This is... our life. Ours. Fuck.