[ He holds back. He doesn't move, he doesn't breathe, he doesn't think, he doesn't do anything. He stands there, listening, doing the exact opposite of what he has said he wasn't going to do. Exactly the same as many other times. ]
[ "Just... I dunno, try to get more sleep. You're not doing this job alone, you know." ]
[ What did he do instead? Stayed up another few nights and dealt with a broken centre on his hands. A cup of coffee, one after another. Going to the bathroom, washing his face. Looking up at the mirror and going "it's not so bad. It'll calm down sooner or later." ]
[ He bites down on his tongue, trying to prevent himself from saying anything to just provoke it any further. He has seen this so many times before, he knows what to do. He needs to clear is head. This is just an exaggeration. A large blown up story of the truth. It's always true in the end, it's never a lie. ]
[ It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. ]
[ Then if it's never a lie, why is it so hard just to say "you're me"? ]
[ He brings a hand to his face, covering his eyes and rubbing his temples. Clear his head, take deep breathes, clench then unclench, try to stay calm. Don't be like an idiot the last time. Don't think that punching it will be a good idea. That didn't go anywhere. Just take the time needed to accept it. It shouldn't take long, right? ]
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[ "Just... I dunno, try to get more sleep. You're not doing this job alone, you know." ]
[ What did he do instead? Stayed up another few nights and dealt with a broken centre on his hands. A cup of coffee, one after another. Going to the bathroom, washing his face. Looking up at the mirror and going "it's not so bad. It'll calm down sooner or later." ]
[ He bites down on his tongue, trying to prevent himself from saying anything to just provoke it any further. He has seen this so many times before, he knows what to do. He needs to clear is head. This is just an exaggeration. A large blown up story of the truth. It's always true in the end, it's never a lie. ]
[ It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. It's never a lie. ]
[ Then if it's never a lie, why is it so hard just to say "you're me"? ]
[ He brings a hand to his face, covering his eyes and rubbing his temples. Clear his head, take deep breathes, clench then unclench, try to stay calm. Don't be like an idiot the last time. Don't think that punching it will be a good idea. That didn't go anywhere. Just take the time needed to accept it. It shouldn't take long, right? ]
[ After all, it's only speaking of the truth. ]