Wow. You would use his best friendship against him like this? How dare you, tbh? This is gonna hurt him emotionally. The itch to risk a brain freeze just to be more drunk for this conversation is strong. So yeah. Maybe they will just casually try to drink more of their drink now. Make the next one a double. Ughhh.
"It's just..." He sighs. "I dunno." Putting things into words is hard. Sure, he's done it every time he's ended up in rehab, but like...that was also a lot of bullshitting on his part. "When I was a kid, I was so scared of the ghosts and...my dad said I was weak and used to lock me in this mausoleum for hours. To make me less scared? Only it didn't make me less scared. It just...fucked me up. And the less okay I was with ghosts, small spaces, anything at all...the less of a shit I gave about training and generally everything? The more of a fucking useless disappointment I was to him. I was so small."
Still is. He's still a useless disappointment. More trouble than he's worth. And even though people told them that their dad was full of shit, the words are still in there, burrowing deeper into their core as a person.
"I've been an addict since...probably sixteen? I started then. Maybe seventeen. So I dunno. Just...easier. To be what everyone thinks you are anyway, right?" Except everyone here thought weirdly well of them and that was...a lot. "Can't die anyway, so...like...oh no? Not even here. Forever."
cw: drug/alcohol abuse/child abuse tbh mentions
"It's just..." He sighs. "I dunno." Putting things into words is hard. Sure, he's done it every time he's ended up in rehab, but like...that was also a lot of bullshitting on his part. "When I was a kid, I was so scared of the ghosts and...my dad said I was weak and used to lock me in this mausoleum for hours. To make me less scared? Only it didn't make me less scared. It just...fucked me up. And the less okay I was with ghosts, small spaces, anything at all...the less of a shit I gave about training and generally everything? The more of a fucking useless disappointment I was to him. I was so small."
Still is. He's still a useless disappointment. More trouble than he's worth. And even though people told them that their dad was full of shit, the words are still in there, burrowing deeper into their core as a person.
"I've been an addict since...probably sixteen? I started then. Maybe seventeen. So I dunno. Just...easier. To be what everyone thinks you are anyway, right?" Except everyone here thought weirdly well of them and that was...a lot. "Can't die anyway, so...like...oh no? Not even here. Forever."